Everything out of proportion and coldness in me and him looking down. “You’re lying,” I said, weakly, very weakly. “Am I?” And I couldn’t convince myself that he was. “All the facts can be found in newspaper files,” he said, “if you don’t believe me. I have some of the clippings here if you’d like to see them.” I thought, I’ll throw him, I’ll ask to see the clippings. Then I was afraid to try. The thought of holding them in my hands, reading them, sickened me. I kept seeing that angelic smile in my mind. That smile. Those eyes, those lustrous, frank eyes. The way she stroked my hair. Her soft lips on mine. The long, happy days together. Murder? “Don’t you think it would be better if you left?” I heard him saying. I want to see Peggy, I thought. I visualized it though.
