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Show 126 He saw the two of them, relaxing in deck chairs under a clear blue sky, reading magazines, exchanging smiles, playing friendly Scrabble. It might be weeks before they actually made love. He went to the kitchen. He would talk to Sara right away, tell her how it was, how it had to be. But Nick. What would he say when he found them both gone? He would be angry, Steven knew that. It was an ugly business, this new life. The best thing to do, he decided, would be to leave no trace- for them to disappear out over the sea like a pair of gulls. Steven put his head under the faucet, gulped down two, three, four mouthfuls of water. Stood up and pulled in the belly he had lately begun to worry about. Nick was gone. Went to her bedroom. Their bedroom. Stood before the closed door for a moment before knocking. "Come in, Stevie. Don't be so polite." She was back in bed, their bed. A not very large lump in the blue vastness of the woven spread, her head propped up on two pillows, her eyes dry, a book open but face down on her chest. "A real prick, isn't he?" she said. Steven nodded in agreement. "I mean it wasn't much to ask, to go to church." "I'll go with you," he said. "That's nice of you, Stevie, but I guess I don't much care about it now. It was just for fun, the idea of it. Like going swimming. Tomorrow's Christmas. I thought it would be nice." "You're not going to go swimming either." |
