He was staring at 60 white votives and 60 black votives on a table in the living room. She was sidling up behind him and playfully asking if she bought enough candles. He was kissing her mouth and she was letting him.

In the bathroom, she had only a tiny light above the vanity. It was enough to see herself though. It was enough to paint the blush and then her lashes and then her lips. It was enough to comb her hair. It was enough to disguise her face in paint. It was enough to sneer at herself in pain. It was enough to get there that night.  Get him to say her name so everyone could hear it.


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