On the other hand, Mary was perplexed by Peter's comment and lack of explanation. She thought she always gave him what he wanted and that he was happy with it. She approached the matter of plex with Peter as she would any project. She'd watched him, worked out what he enjoyed, put them together with enough variety to often surprise. She'd even gone as far as to purchase special underwear and night gowns. She'd gone out and bought a whip, for Christ's sake! A whip! No mind it'd frightened him near death but still, she'd done it for him. To hear him express doubt or displeasure was unexpected.

So unnerved was Mary, she took an inordinately long time in the shower, pondering Peter's words, and was late arriving at work.

A few days later, Mary missed a step in dance and fell. It stopped the class cold. There was an audible gasp as everyone watched her gather her things and calmly leave the room. Another person would have probably exited in hysteria, but for Mary, silently padding down the passage and the stairs was her hysterics. She went into Juan's for supper and stood before the glass case, not feeling like having the green salad, neatly arranged in the plastic container. She left without ordering and knew then that she was beginning to unravel. Furthermore, she hadn't heard from Peter, despite her telephoning his work and home and leaving messages at both.

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