Note: Delia was reading F. Scott Fitzgerald's "The Great Gatzby.
She came to the end of her book, but she kept rereading the final sentence till her eyes blurred over with tears. Then she placed the book on the floor and reached up to switch the lamp off so she could sit weeping in the dark-the very last step in her daily routine.
She wept without a thought in her head, heaving silent sobs that racked her chest and contorted her mouth. Every few minutes she blew her nose on the strip of toilet paper she kept under her pillow. When she felt completely drained, she gave a deep, shuddering sigh and said aloud, "Ah well." Then she blew her nose one last time and lay down to sleep.
It amazed her that she always slept so soundly
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