John’s father added cheerfully, “So, do you play any violin?” She balked at the stereotype, but admitted, “Yes, I play violin. His obtuse hands punched and jabbed at her uselessly, then he throttled her neck with the last of his strength. It was she who felt guilty as he showed her their bedroom, smelling her perfume, ingesting their psychic leftovers. She had been working upon a ribbon of microtome sections of the developing salamander, and he came to see what she had made of them. Then she went into the office. In the meanwhile, as he talked, he scrutinized her face, ran his eyes over her careless, gracious poise, wondered hard about her.
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