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Show 152 Once the turkey was in the oven, Robbie watched football on television, and drank steadily-too much-he was upset, it was because of her, the cigarette, she knew. Did he want some coffee? Go ahead and make a pot, he said. But once it was done, he didn't want any. "Why don't you have a cup?" she said pouring herself one. No, he didn't want any. "Look: it's going to be a couple of hours until we eat. Let's go out for a walk." "With the score tied?" He didn't look away from the television screen. "Maybe after it's over." "I'll go alone then." She poured her cup of coffee back into the pot. "I won't be long." It was good to be outside in the rain. She walked down the planks to the floating dock, along beside the boats, the rain in her face. Well, today wasn't turning out as she had thought it would. There was a tension between them now. It wasn't her fault really, she wouldn't accept responsibility for it. But it was best to leave Robbie alone for awhile. To allow for time to dissipate his irritation. She walked for almost an hour, all over the marina down among the boats. It was pleasant to be among them, they settled her. They were of the sea, and the sea, as always, was of a different world than the world in which she lived. A better world, a world in which there was an intuitive meaning. Where things did not get confused, and changed around, and wrong. She had inherited this from her father, she knew, this sense of |
