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the ceiling had a painting on itin our room in Franceso we were living underneath some angels in a dancemy husband was not feeling welland so we went to bedhe woke up complainingof an aching in his headhe said a hundred peoplehad come through our room that nightthat one by one the old and youngasked if he was all rightone by one the old and younglined up to touch his handhe spent the night explainingthey had come to the wrong manthe concierge was less than helpfulwhen we asked her the next daywith coffee and a magazinewe went to the desk to pay"what happened in that room?" he asked"a death or something strange?"she smiled at him politelyand returned to him his changewell, what I'd like to knowand this will be a mystery,is with all the people in that roomwhy none appeared to me?when we sleep so close together thatour hair becomes entwinedI must have missed that momentin the gateway to his mind
