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Eugene woke in a paper hat and went to the window
where it was snowing.
Snow was falling on the rabbit hutch and on the thin
cat, on the broken saucer and on the abandoned tricycle.
A bottle he had brought from the party lay broken, half-
filled with snow. Still in pyjamas, he went down to the
yard. It was eleven o'clock and the washing was frozen
on the line. Eugene shook the line so that the clothes
jumped stiffly in a thin shower of snow. 'Christians,
Awake!' sang Eugene, and the clothes danced.
A face in sunglasses appeared at the kitchen window.
'Merry Christmas, Mrs Mayhew,' called Eugene.
The eyes behind the sunglasses suffered and a thin voice
said: 'I've got one of my awful migraine headaches,' and
in a flurry of dusters the face disappeared.
He went back to bed and closed his eyes between the
shivering whiteness of the twisted sheets and thought
back to the night before.
It was the second night of the party. He stood sway-
ing in the doorway. In the half-darkened room reclining
couples filled the floor. He saw across the room a girl
lying prone beside a man. In the bad smoky light all he
could see clearly was her feet because she had kicked
her shoes off. They lay white and mournful on the
carpet. Eugene stood with tears jumping to his eyes as
he looked at her worn and vulnerable white feet.
He walked towards her through a group discussing