And suddenly she was so strange he couldn’t believe he knew her at all. He was in someone else’s house, like those other jokes people told of the gentleman, drunk, coming home late late at night, unlocking the wrong door, entering a wrong room, and bedding with a stranger and getting up early and going to work and neither of them the wiser. “Millie . . . ?” he whispered. “What?” “I didn’t mean to startle you. What I want to know is . . .” “Well?” “When did we meet? And where?” “When did we meet for what?” she asked. “I mean—originally.” He knew she must be frowning in the dark. He clarified
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Brainwashed? what's going on here? why can't they remember important details. Why does Mildred eavesdrop on the ceiling?
