He must have said something to me, and I must have answered back something to him, but how? What? I only remember like in a dream my getting to the cloakroom. Such a tearing, grinding pain was dragging me down to the floor that I had to hold on to the wall not to fall.
All of a sudden I feel a pull on my arm. It was the janitor with the broom in his hand.
“Lady, are you sick? The wedding people is all gone, and I swept up already.”
But I couldn’t wake up from myself.
“Lady, the lights is going out,” he says, looking on me queer.
“I think I ain’t well,” I said. And I went out.
Ach, I see again the time when we was lovers! How beautiful the world was then!
“Maybe there never was such love like ours, and never will be,” we was always telling one another.
When we was together there was like a light shining around us, the light from his heart on mine, and from my heart on his. People began to look happy just looking on us.