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Her eyes were almost closed. They must have seemed closed to him, but she saw that he was leaning on an elbow, his tongue nervously moistening the thin lines of his lips, as he watched her, unsure, she thought bitterly, of what to do next. Then, to her surprise, as she hadn't seen or sensed him move, she felt him kiss her, lightly, just as, she realized, she had wanted him to, and her lips parted. He explored them tenderly, just where they become moist, as Brian had done in an inexplicable moment years before and had not done since.
Doleday. Her time had been changed from afternoon to morning, but she was still on time, only slightly resenting the fact that she could no longer go straight from the dole office to collect Arthur. Her stride was loose and relaxed as she came back along the quays. She spotted Mungo in D'Olier Street as she stood on the traffic island on O'Connell Bridge. At first she wasn't sure, and then to her surprise she thought it might have been wishful thinking, though she hadn't thought of him in weeks, or not much; but no, it was him right enough.
Of course he was crying. Of course he was. Oh Arthur. She was crying too. Brian was triumphant. It hadn't turned out like he had expected, but he was triumphant. She hadn't moved, or uttered a sound, but she was crying. Brian said something about stopping her seeing his son. A solicitor. Barring order. He was enjoying this overflow, this slopping-out. He quietened. The venom was gone. She knew it, knew they were only words filling the silence. She looked at Arthur, his eyes swollen from crying and from her blows.