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On evenings that autumn Liz lay in Julian's bed, darkness pressing against the window, conserving them from everyone outside, giving her the comforting moments, stress cleaned from her forehead. When he had become satisfied, he was kind to her, being a man who was pleasant in the epilogue of sex. His favourite time for sex, to which she had fitted herself, was between tea and his evening meal. Having shown himself unascetic in one domain, he was glad to lie beside her and then wait placidly to show himself ascetic over his supper.
In due course he liked to watch her get it ready, going naked round the flat, another liking of his, setting out the yoghurt, cheese, garlic and wholemeal bread, and, if he was going to indulge himself, cooking him an omelette. Well, that was all right. She hadn't expected to produce such a meal for any man, but she took it for granted now.