Veronica has been known to declare him to be just that thing, on more than one occasion, and then found herself in need and obliged to concede in tones of severe aggravation that perhaps that might not be just exactly the case. He is provoking is what he is, and it is provocative, the way that he is watching her. It is precisely why they are no longer married, she tells herself, wrenching her thoughts to the work at hand. He is always focused upon the wrong thing.
(He is often focused upon her, and it's why they were married in the first place.)
(It is a coincidence that the mere suggestion of Desi focused upon someone else as intently had by happenstance coincided with the breaking of that vase. Because it was an accident. And unrelated.)
She can feel his gaze on her, a prickle at the nape of her neck where she is so familiar with the weight of a hand; that any time she might glance, she could find his eyes, as she might find him to hand at her elbow. It is astonishing and she is astonished that she manages to see out the end of her meeting without embarrassing herself, a thing she has no intention of admitting when she wheels on him:
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Veronica has been known to declare him to be just that thing, on more than one occasion, and then found herself in need and obliged to concede in tones of severe aggravation that perhaps that might not be just exactly the case. He is provoking is what he is, and it is provocative, the way that he is watching her. It is precisely why they are no longer married, she tells herself, wrenching her thoughts to the work at hand. He is always focused upon the wrong thing.
(He is often focused upon her, and it's why they were married in the first place.)
(It is a coincidence that the mere suggestion of Desi focused upon someone else as intently had by happenstance coincided with the breaking of that vase. Because it was an accident. And unrelated.)
She can feel his gaze on her, a prickle at the nape of her neck where she is so familiar with the weight of a hand; that any time she might glance, she could find his eyes, as she might find him to hand at her elbow. It is astonishing and she is astonished that she manages to see out the end of her meeting without embarrassing herself, a thing she has no intention of admitting when she wheels on him:
βThis is my place of business, DesidΓ©rio,β an outburst which carries a great deal of accusation, nonspecifically.