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[once recovering from the hang-over, Delia had gone to the office again. She wasn't avoiding Josiane, not really, just...other people.]

[so she had spent all day with paper and ink and the calm logic of calculating figures. In a way, she felt satisfied as she went up the stairs to their room.]

[in a way]

[in another she felt empty and panicky all at once, guilty and numb and oh it was hard to breathe as she opened the door and slipped in.]

Josie?