We had a lie-in. This was not like her. She was a morning person naturally she had always been one.
But that morning after graduation she got up at exactly eight thirty, and pretty much languished in bed in the particular frame of mind of a body that has just accomplished something big and is hesitating before embarking on the next.
The apartment was silent except for some far off noise of Marianna coming in, the hall door, the focused movement of a woman restoring order to her own proper sphere.
And further off, the door to the study. He was in his desk chair. Naturally. Wading in bed she thought about the papers of divorce.
She did not bring them up last night. She had decided at the island, eating chicken across from him while he posed his questions, that last night was not the nigh
