Contributor: Chris Sharp
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She had to make herself move at some point. For over a half hour, her stillness matched her stolid living-room furniture. At last she stood with the oxygen brought on by one of her deepest sighs. At two in the morning, she wondered how her former husband was getting around and moving about in his own house.
“Geraldine?” said Serge, her new husband, a minute after she returned to the bedroom and slipped back into the bed.
“What?”
“I thought you were going to read.”
“I was.”
“I thought I heard you talking.”
“I was reading aloud to give myself some company. Now I want to go back to sleep, Serge. Okay?”
In the middle of the night, Geraldine had made the habit of leaving Serge in bed so she could read in the living room and “make my eyes sleepy.”
“Otherwise I’ll be lying in bed for hours keeping my...
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