No time to change or to titivate much. She feels plain, narrow, slips up to put on lipstick.
So dumb. Let’s pretend it never happened. Deal?
Today will be back to normal.
When he moves within her, they’re nearly whole and innocent again. Yet at times, she glimpses a frantic tinge of yearning in his face that wasn’t there before — or else she didn’t apprehend it. Then he has the panic…
He’s a pond into which things drop, vanish. He hates when she calls him the absentminded professor, sensing a prick in it. Do all Ivy League academics possess reverent, pragmatic spouses who manage the boring earthly acts of clothing and cleaning and child-rearing and pleasing that they might occup…
It’s my body and I’ll do what I want with it, he replies.
I know and respect that it’s your body.
She sighs. This has been going on since she flew in three months ago and they moved into the new place. He begged her to come. I can’t live without you, he said. On her arrival, he met her at Log…
Something lugubrious and ardent. He’s feeling awfully hard done by and sorry for himself
