“They always look more formal, somehow. I don’t mean formal exactly, but you know what I mean, Robert. We always used to have round butter balls before the war, remember?” “Umm hmm,” said Robert. He was thinking that he would probably miss Margaret; it would probably hit him all of a sudden, once he got to Brazil. After all, he had been with Margaret for twenty-one years. He would have to miss her, wouldn’t he?” “I haven’t seen round butter balls in years, now that I think of it,” said Margaret.... “No, I really don’t think I have.” “Margaret,” Robert said, so impulsively that he was surprised at the sound of his own voice, “I love you.” He simply wanted to test the sound of those words again; did they have any meaning? The instant they were out, he realized they did not. He loved no one. “Why do you suddenly announce it?” said Margaret. “Maybe it’s your perfume. What is it?” “Balenciaga’s Quadrille? I wear Quadrille most of the time.” He glanced at her to see if she were pleased.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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