I looked up at him. From then on, reality was someone else’s word. He knelt beside her on the floor, lifted her head and thepillows, and cradled them in his lap. It was like some kind of red soup.
They could not bring themselves to ask what had happened, because they felt they shouldbe smart enough to know; but they didn’t know. He had always talked about the great clique of men who weresecretly trying to kill him, and how they would go to any extreme to get him, to silence him before hecould reveal their dire machinations. Richard, you're being cruel. Hold me tonight, Julianna used to say, and unspoken between the two men had been how often her fears allowed them to be as close and frightened as they truly were.
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