‘I hated it. I didn’t smile, with him, when your back was turned.’ ‘You think I did?’ ‘Why not? You are an actress. You are acting now!’ ‘Am I?’ She said it, still with her eyes on my face, still with her hand reaching for mine but falling short of taking it. The light was all upon us, the rest of the kitchen almost dark. I looked at her fingers. They were marked with dirt, or bruised. I said,
