The light of the world outside the window came spilling in through the blinds. She listened to Samuel Barber wondering if she could go through with it. She went to the window and closed the blinds. She poured herself another glass of wine.
The traffic in Cambridge was a lull beyond the walls. In 2B below she could hear Mr. Kristov reminding his children how important it was to work hard in this world, in zis vuhld, especially Ah Mare i cah.
The smell of their cooking she could not so much smell anymore. She was used to it. She was used to everything. It was driving her crazy. The dream of their lives was well known to her and many of the dreams outside the walls.
In the kitchen she pulled out the drawer and delicately laced her fingers around the Master Chef butcher knife as one would do with a bouquet of chrysanthemums. She gently put it in her purse and took her rain coat from the back of the kitchen chair. She hesitated at the last moment before lifting the needle from the record...
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