Chapter Twenty-Three
Early Monday morning, Judith was waiting in the living room. A part of her harbored a terrible fear that Jeremy would not come. He’d been away for only a week, but the total separation had made the intimacy of the previous week seem distant, as if perhaps she had imagined it or blown it out of proportion. The past week, which Jeremy had described as a sort of vacation, had been hell. She’d barely slept, had trouble focusing on her work, drifted aimlessly when she wasn’t working, and had eaten very little. She literally hadn’t been able to remember what she’d done with all that time, just as back in the days before Jeremy had come and straightened her out, when she had been letting everything in her life slide. She wondered if she’d lived in this directionless wastelan
