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He was too embarrassed to even think about the shame he would experience if he were caught voyeurizing. Voyeurs usually watch women undress... What he felt, what tormented him, was like a terrible thirst that he had to quench.
He had to see her, he had to watch her. In admitting this, he had also admitted that he was willing to risk the possibility of being discovered one night. He would lose his job. His kind landlady, Mrs. Rhoads, the owner of Camelot Apartments, would be horrified and ask him to move out immediately. And then the guys in the office—well, except for Jack Nielson—Robert could easily imagine them saying to each other, “Didn’t I always tell you there was something wrong with that guy?... He never plays poker with us, does he?” He had to accept that risk. Even if no one ever realized how watching the girl calmly go about her daily chores calmed him down, told him that for some people life could have meaning and be joyful, and almost made him believe that he too could find that meaning and that joy again. So the girl was helping him.
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