And she had put him there. The towel Paul had taken from her. She concentrated on each menial task,unbuttoning buttons, folding, putting away. Paul looked old and drawn, apreview of how he would look in twenty years.
If you don't like it, tough shit. Because you already know it was a mistake? he asked carefully. He held up crossed fingers. It depends, she said.
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