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face in countershot looked down, as though his look

confused her. She turned to face a different camera, and her

face took on a rather foolish look of surprise and delight —

she was introducing the next segment. Gillian stopped the

film and took the DVD out of the player. On TV, it was still

the horseshoe crabs, which were now back in their native

element, water. And so each year they lay their eggs, said

the warm voice of the speaker, and probably will continue

to do so long after human beings have vanished from the

face of the earth.

Gillian spent almost the whole day lying on the floor in the

living room. Gradually she calmed down. She thought she

was gaining strength, but when she pulled herself up, she

felt dizzy. She sat there for a while and waited for it to pass.

Then she picked up her crutches, which were lying beside

her, and got up. It was easier than she expected, and she

hobbled into the kitchen and ate a can of tuna and a couple

of rice cakes she had bought months ago and hated. She

drank a glass of Prosecco, even though the doctor had told

her to stay away from alcohol while she was taking

medications.

She went to the bathroom and opened her side of the

medicine cabinet, which was stuffed with over-the-counter

remedies and personal hygiene products. The woman who

lived here was evidently terrified of bad breath, she gulped