She tossed it out and it came to rest on the blue-black jungle carpet, a black silk cat’s-eye mask, dusted with sequins at the temples. “Does that look like a short circuit to you, Jack?” she screamed at him. Jack stepped slowly away from it, shaking his head mechanically back and forth. The cat’s-eye mask stared up blankly at the ceiling from the confetti-strewn hallway carpet.
