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.He spoke to her again; once more she somehow could not grasp what he had said.There was a brief distraction as the short young man with thick eyeglasses appeared from somewhere to stand at Kate’s right, looking on in silence.The four of them in the hallway were closed off now by doors on every side.Beyond the closed doors, the sounds of the party went on.Enoch Winter spoke, and Kate stared at him, straining to understand.His voice was loud enough.And she thought the pot would not take hold of her tonight.She shouldn’t even have tasted the wine.He chuckled, perhaps at something he had just said himself.He didn’t seem to notice that she could not comprehend what he was saying.Or else he did not care.With a faint inward start Kate realized that Craig and Thick-glasses were no longer at her sides.They had gone away somewhere, leaving her standing in the shut-off hall with Enoch Winter, who talked and talked, to her alone.She must not ever let her attention waver from him for a moment, must not.His whitish hand, raised, was so big that the great dark stone that rode one finger in a silver ring seemed not only modest but scarcely adequate.Just past his waving hand Kate’s eye caught sight of a phone on a hall table, and it came to her with desperate force that there was something she must do at once.“Excuse me a moment,” she broke in clearly.“I’ve got to call home right away.”“.hafta do that for?” His accent was midwestern, vaguely rural.All of a sudden he wasn’t happy any more.“I have to.That’s all.” Walking to the phone was the most utterly wearying thing that Kate had ever done.She managed to do it, though.“.careful whatcha say.All right.” Enoch’s voice had regained some of its good humor, and now good-humoredly he fell silent.Kate punched at buttons.She could hear the phone at home start ringing, and then a familiar voice.“Hello, Gran.I just wanted to tell you.” What could she say? What was she able to say? “I didn’t do any shopping after all.So I couldn’t get those things you wanted.”“Well, goodness, dear.Don’t worry about it.You sound upset, are you all right?”“Fine.”“Well, I expect I’ll be going out myself tomorrow, I can do my own shopping.Where are you?”A leaden pause, in which Kate could feel her own mind groping.Crawling.Trying to get free, but leashed.“Downtown,” she got out at last.It was almost the truth, the closest thing to truth that she could manage.“Take care now, Kate, they say the roads are very nasty.”As she cradled the phone Enoch started talking to her again.In this case it really was flattering to have such concentrated attention from a man, attention of a kind she could not get often enough from Joe.Somehow or other they now were standing by the guest closet and Enoch was watching while she put on her blue jacket.In some far-off room of the apartment voices were cheering now—probably a game was being played.Craig was here again, though, to see them out in silence.Enoch tossed a—condescending?—wink at Craig, whose own face displayed a vast.well, admiration, as though for something Enoch was doing or had done.Kate puzzled over all this while she walked out to the elevator, her hand on Enoch’s arm.Going down with Enoch, she thought for the most part about nothing at all.While he perhaps was thinking of her, for once or twice he put out his huge, pale hand and brushed her cheek with it, rather as if she were something that he had long coveted and had just allowed himself to buy.She wouldn’t like it if Joe behaved so possessively.But this was different.of course.The elevator let them out in the subterranean garage, and there was her Lancia, keys and all.Kate slipped into the driver’s seat, Enoch waiting till he was invited to get in on the right.There was no doorman to be seen, but gates opened ahead of them and out they went, into the cold and up the curving driveway.Kate drove, without having to think of where to go.As before, Enoch talked, and it seemed to her that she could not understand a word.White needles filled bright globes of air around the streetlights [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]