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He was there, laughing, listening, making the proper responses; eating without tasting, drinking too much champagne, falling in love with the charm of the girl beside him. But he wasn’t there, he was in a fearful secret cave, waiting for approaching footsteps to sound, for the shape to emerge, the terrible voice to speak.
he had to pretend the joy the others were feeling.
They swam in long lazy strokes the length of the pool. They were arrows feathered from the high board. They
