39Sharon and I now lived in limbo. Baby Madeleine had a really healthy set of lungs and exercised them often. No one got much sleep. I figured, because I worked and rose early, I slept the least. Eph and Catherine could nap during the day. Not so us working stiffs. I woke every day thinking of Sharon, continued to think and miss her during the day and went to sleep at night, picturing her getting ready for bed, going through her night time routine, then tucking herself into bed, glasses perched on her nose, face buried in a book, a romance novel most likely. When her feet got cold, she'd rub them up and down my legs or snuggle close. I missed those things most. The seemingly inconsequentials but the small habits and gestures that boasted familiarity, warmth and above all else, the comfort
