in a converted dwelling in West Fifty-fifth Street, not half a mile from
Gavin's place. She let herself in and threw her coat on a sofa. Her
One of the first things that caught her eye was a framed photograph of
Siebert on her desk. She thrust it face down in a drawer. After a while
she drifted back to the desk, and taking out the photograph, looked at
hesitation, she picked up the telephone and dialled a number. Her
expression suggested that she had no intention of humbling herself, but
was willing to give Siebert a chance to say he was sorry.
MBT Tembea did not answer. She hung up and going slowly into the bedroom started
to undress. For a long time she lay open-eyed in her bed waiting for the
telephone. It did not ring. When she finally slept with wet lashes on
her cheeks, her sleep was broken by bad dreams. Distorted faces formed
and dissolved in front of her; Gail Garrett; Mack Townley; the envious
MBT Tembea; the sharp-featured elevator boy; even Hillman, weak,
desperate and furtive.
MBT Tembeawas awakened by a roaring that seemed to be inside her head. It
resolved itself into the ringing of the telephone bell. She glanced at
into the next room with shining eyes.
fell. This was a man's voice so distracted and broken she did not
"Yes. Who is it?"
know how to tell you . . .!"
MBT Shoesy hand was laid on Cynthia's breast. "My father?
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