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Show CHRISTMAS IN CALPE Steven studies the homemade Scrabble board, the cardboard letters and cardboard words. The game's over, he's lost again, and he's cold. He should go to bed. But no, instead he redarkens his glass with boedga wine and leans heavily toward the gassy orange glow of the little space heater. He is listening. Nick and Sara are in the next room. Steven breathes in and out slowly. His eyes are fixed on the Scrabble board, but his ears work the night for small sounds; until the thin wall yields an indistinct mumbling of words, the shift of body weight, a long exhalation and Steven thinks: screwing, they're screwing again, making love now, screwing. |
