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Someone call a fucking ambulance. Goddamn . . I’ll sue you. ” When Stan walked into the kitchen he thought only of the money he hadn’t saved. Edgar held his head with both hands, a huge lump forming where Clara hit him on the right side of the head, a spray of blood staining his white ﬁngers. But Stan saw more clearly the lentils: hanging from Edgar’s curls, clinging to his cotton shirt, ﬂoating in small pools of water on the ﬂoor, stuck in the cracks between the tiles, fallen on the metal plates over the burners.
He read it again, this time slowly, and the meaning became so clear it was a stalagmite in his chest, preventing him from breathing properly. The letter slid from his hand, gliding across the tiles with a hushed, protracted sound. Vaguely, he understood that there were phone calls to make, arrangements to work out, possessions to be sorted out and gathered. He had his suitcase still unpacked in the hallway, his briefcase on the couch next to him. It would have been as easy as getting up. His breathing was a noise, ungraceful and metrical.
Panting. He could not understand why he did this. Everything lost, broken, scattered. He saw no sense in what he had just done, not even in the cracks of her black Santería candles. He stepped over the overturned bookcase, delicately, carefully, as if he were stepping between pieces of his own dismembered body, and reached under the shambles for his pack of cigarettes. He sat Indian style on the ﬂoor, inhaling the smoke and holding his hair with his hands, his temples pounding against his ﬁngertips.