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the gloomstaring into what little they could see of each other’s eyesand now it
was the impersonal that dropped away. Of coursethere was nothing abstract about
a face. The son of Grace and Ernest Turnerthe daughter of Emily and Jack Tallis
the childhood friendsthe university acquaintancesin a state of expansivetranquil
joyconfronted the momentous change they had achieved. The closeness of a
familiar face was not ludicrousit was wondrous. Robbie stared at the womanthe
girl he had always knownthinking the change was entirely in himselfand was as
fundamentalas fundamentally biologicalas birth. Nothing as singular or as
important had happened since the day of his birth. She returned his gazestruck by
the sense of her own transformationand overwhelmed by the beauty in a face
which a lifetime’s habit had taught her to ignore. She whispered his name with the
deliberation of a child trying out the distinct sounds. When he replied with her name
it sounded like a new word―the syllables remained the samethe meaning was
different. Finally he spoke the three simple words that no amount of bad art or bad
faith can ever quite cheapen. She repeated themwith exactly the same slight
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