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Jacqueline was no exception to this rule。 She was a woman I was glad to have in my life whatever the truth of her past。 She possessed a marvellous sang…froid； she was witty； bawdy； oblique。 I had never met a more enchanting woman。 It was none of my business how she'd lived with Ben； what the marriage had been like etc。； etc。 That was her history。 I was happy to live in the present； and let the past die its own death。 I think I even flattered myself that whatever pain she had experienced； I could help her forget it。
Certainly her stories had holes in them。 As a lawyer； I was trained to be eagle…eyed where fabrications were concerned； and however much I tried to put my percep…tions aside I sensed that she wasn't quite ing clean with me。 But everyone has secrets： I knew that。 Let her have hers； I thought。
Only once did I challenge her on a detail of her pretended life…story。 In talking about Ben's death； she let slip that he had got what he deserved。 I asked her what she meant。 She smiled； that Gioconda smile of hers； and told me that she felt there was a balance to be redressed between men and women。 I let the observation pass。 After all； I was obsessed by that time； past all hope of salvation； whatever argument she was putting； I was happy to concede it。
She was so beautiful； you see。 Not in any two dimen…sional sense： she wasn't young； she wasn't innocent； she didn't have that pristine symmetry so favoured by ad…men and photographers。 Her face was plainly that of a woman in her early forties： it had been used to laugh and cry； and usage leaves its marks。 But she had a power to transform herself； in the subtlest way； making that face as various as the sky。 Early on； I thought it was a make…up trick。 But as we slept together more and more； and I watched her in the mornings； sleep in her eyes； and in the evenings； heavy with fatigue； I soon realized she wore nothing on her skull but flesh and blood。 What transformed her was internal： it was a trick of the will。
And； you know； that made me love her all the more。
Then one night I woke with her sleeping beside me。 We slept often on the floor； which she preferred to the bed。 Beds； she said； reminded her of marriage。 Anyway； that night she was lying under a quilt on the carpet of my room； and I； simply out of adoration； was watching her face in sleep。
If one has given oneself utterly； watching the beloved sleep can be a vile experience。 Perhaps some of you have known that paralysis； staring down at features closed to your enquiry； locked away from you where you can never； ever go； into the other's mind。 As I say； for us who have given ourselves； that is a horror。 One knows； in those moments； that one does not exist； except in relation to that face； that personality。 Therefore； when that face is closed down； that personality is lost in its own unknowable world； one feels pletely without purpose。 A planet without a sun； revolving in darkness。
That's how I felt that night； looking down at her extraordinary features； and as I chewed on my soullessness； her face began to alter。 She was clearly dreaming； but what dreams must she have been having。 Her very fabric was on the move； her muscle； her hair； the down on her cheek moving to the dictates of some internal tide。 Her lips bloomed from her bone； boiling up into a slavering tower of skin； her hair swirled around her head as though she were lying in water； the substance of her cheeks formed furrows and ridges like the ritual scars on a warrior； inflamed and throbbing patterns of tissue； swelling up and changing again even as a pattern formed。 This fluxion was a terror to me； and I must have made some noise。 She didn't wake； but came a little closer to the surface of sleep； leaving the deeper waters where these powers were sourced。 The patterns sank away in an instant； and her face was again that of a gently sleeping woman。
That was； you can understand； a pivotal experience； even though I spent the next few days trying to convince myself that I hadn't seen it。
The effort was useless。 I knew there was something wrong with her； and at that time I was certain she knew nothing about it。 I was convinced that something in her system was awry； and that I was best to investigate her history before I told her what I had seen。
On reflection； of course； that seems laughably naive。 To think she wouldn't have known that she contained such a power。 But it was easier for me to picture her as prey to such skill； than mistress of it。 That's a man speaking of a woman； not just me； Oliver Vassi； of her； Jacqueline Ess。 We cannot believe； we men； that power will ever reside happily in the body of a woman； unless that power is a male child。 Not true power。 The power must be in male hands； God…given。 That's what our fathers tell us； idiots that they are。
Anyway； I investigated Jacqueline； as surreptitiously as could。 I had a contact in York where the couple had lived； and it wasn't difficult to get some enquiries moving。 It took a week for my contact to get back to me； because he'd had to cut through a good deal of shit from the police to get a hint of the truth； but the news came； and it was bad。 Ben was dead； that much was true。 But there was no way he had died of cancer。 My contact had only got the vaguest clues as to the condition of Ben's corpse； but he gathered it had been spectacularly mutilated。 And the prime suspect？ My beloved Jacqueline Ess。 The same innocent woman who was occupying my flat； sleeping by my side every night。
So； I put it to her that she was hiding something from me。 I don't know what I was expecting in return。 What I got was a demonstration of her power。 She gave it freely； without malice； but I would have been a fool not to have read a warning into it。 She told me first how she had discovered her unique control over the sum and substance of human beings。 In her despair； she said； when she was on the verge of killing herself； she had found； in the very deep…water trenches of her nature； faculties she had never known existed。 Powers which came up out of those regions as she recovered； like fish to the light。
Then she showed me the smallest measure of these powers； plucking hairs from my head； one by one。 Only a dozen； just to demonstrate her formidable skills。 I felt them going。 She just said： one from behind your ear； and I'd feel my skin creep and then jump as fingers of her volition snatched a hair out。 Then another； and another。 It was an incredible display； she had this power down to a fine art； locating and withdrawing single hairs from my scalp with the precision of tweezers。
Frankly； I was sitting there rigid with fear； knowing that she was just toying with me。 Sooner or later； I was certain the time would be right for her to silence me permanently。
But she had doubts about herself。 She told me how the skill； though she had honed it； scared her。 She needed； she said； someone to teach her how to use it best。 And I was not that somebody。 I was just a man who loved her； who had loved her before this revelation； and would love her still； in spite of it。
In fact； after that display I quickly came to acmodate a new vision of Jacqueline。 Instead of fearing her； I became more devoted to thi