[She does not look at his mouth, which lies, nor the muscles along the side of his skull, which lie, too, in the shapes they make. His shoulders and his arms and his fingers lie, and his spine lies, and his tongue lies most of all. But his eyes, they lie less than the rest of him.]
[His eyes are hard, and his eyes are angry. His eyes will be what betrays him in the end.]
[She smiles, and her eyes are hard, too, though not quite as angry. She opens the door and lets herself out.]
spam
[She does not look at his mouth, which lies, nor the muscles along the side of his skull, which lie, too, in the shapes they make. His shoulders and his arms and his fingers lie, and his spine lies, and his tongue lies most of all. But his eyes, they lie less than the rest of him.]
[His eyes are hard, and his eyes are angry. His eyes will be what betrays him in the end.]
[She smiles, and her eyes are hard, too, though not quite as angry. She opens the door and lets herself out.]
Goodbye, Hannibal.