James shrugged and went back to his reading. Christine picked up her own iPad. Husband and wife. Shared bed, shared screens. Separate life.
"I think I'm going to bed," Christine said after a while.
"I'll turn this off," James said. He knew the light of the iPad would keep her awake.
"You don't have to," Christine said.
"No, it's OK," James said, "I should be getting to bed, too. I've got another early call in the morning."
"We're doing it," Christine said. She rolled onto her side to face her husband with a look that might be mistaken for affection. "We're getting back to normal life."
"I suppose," James said carefully.
"No no," Christine said, and here she rubbed his shoulder gently. "You're doing so well. The work stuff. The family stuff. I'm impressed. Truly."
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