Perhaps because she was satisfied with the kitchen counter and her annihilation of the stains, she turned, no doubt to have a good go at the floor until it too was spick and span. Necessarily, the turn meant she turned towards me. Well, not necessarily at all, really, but given the way my kitchen was arranged it was necessarily. She could have ignored the necessity and given herself the trouble of turning the wrong way, but she didn’t. So, she necessarily turned towards me which meant that she and I now faced each other. What she saw, I cannot say, but what I saw was a queer spectacled face. It was as thin as the rest of her, so that wasn’t queer at all, but there was something going on about the lips and eyes that disturbed me. It seemed as if a lip curled up or an eye dropped down, or bo
