The strangest of all was that as she sat by the pool swinging her feet in the water, she smiled at the children splashing around in the water. When she realized this, she felt ashamed. She almost felt obliged to remember, to try and weep, but she just couldn’t do it. She just sat there in the sun and didn’t even mind that her husband wasn’t with her, even though she had always felt so lost without him, except for the past two months, beginning a trial separation so she could see what it would be like without him. She had to admit, it wasn’t easy. They had met eight years ago at a tennis match. Anne had been twenty-seven. Both of them loved tennis; Anne was more a spectator now, but as a former competitor, she still played now and again. He had invited her to play mixed doubles, and afterwa
