Chapter Seventeen
Over breakfast the floodgates opened and all of the talking that had somehow been held in check over the past few days came out. Judith felt as if there was a bottomless well of conversation, a need to hear everything that Jeremy had ever thought and respond in kind, to build on and analyze and share everything that was within either of them.
They sat in the kitchen for hours, her bottom only slightly sore on the wooden chair, drinking cup after cup of coffee and talking and talking and talking. At last, near ten, he said, “We’d better get this day started.”
As Judith rose from the table he asked her to remove her robe before she started cleaning up. Although she was surprised, she stripped without a word and began clearing the table and washing the dishes in the nude,
