“Why did you?” Eva opened her mouth, closed it. A tremor, the dimpling of her chin. She looked like she might cry. She said louder than before: “Oh, I don’t know, Isabel. You were there, you…” She decided not to finish her sentence. She shook her head, looked at things around the room: the table, the bed, the ceiling. She was trying not to look at Isabel. She said to the lampshade covered in gauze: “You see, when you spend a very long time being—being quite invisible, really, and quiet, then… You see—” A halted word. “I thought you saw me. For a second there.” Isabel was quiet. A hand was
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