Disguises

‘You can't hide a thing like that,’ and walked to the other side of the room standing there alone grinning at the people and drinking from his glass. Henry filled his glass and drank from it too, wandering between the circles of talkers, their voices rose and fell about him, wailing organ stops that made him dizzy, needed to lean by the table for support, waiting, where was Mina, where was Linda? They were none of them baffled by each other, these talkers and drinkers, assuming they were in some disguise they knew who they were, found it easy to talk, there was no question of being able to do what you want, when you are not yourself you are still someone, and someone has to take the blame, blame, blame for what?