Her snoring is tiny and lady-like; she's fallen asleep in my arms. While we were still on our feet, she offered me chocolate from a box on the credenza.
She starts, wakes when the hour is up. Just before the phone rings.
Next to the chocolate box had been two shiny steel balls—and I never asked her to show what she did with them, and I never saw her again.
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