Written in 1963.
"Her breathing was violent as she pointed the knife at him. 'I won't stay here with you. I'll take my chances outside, on the beach__'. 'Put it away, Lili. You're not well.___'. He reached for the blade, and she swung viciously at him. He dodged, came in close, grabbed at her arm, and she ducked under his grip. Her breathing was a raw gasping sound in the dark kitchen. He hear her footsteps, as light as a whisper, with the grace of a dancer, with the agility of a dangerous cat."