First I surveyed the little trinkets on the table, her lotions & her perfumes. I picked them up & examined them one by one. I turned her little watch over in my hand. Then I looked at her wardrobe. All those dresses & accessories piled one on top of the other. These things that every woman used to complete herself-they induced in me a painful & desperate loneliness; I felt myself hers, I longed to be hers.