27 wivesbehavingbadly

felix was flat on his back , making puppyish , whuffling noises . lucas was curled into a ball , and i could just make out the contour of his spine . this was sweet , innocent sleep , such as i could never have .
cradling the tea , i took myself up a further fligh of stair . the twins now occupied the orginal spare room , and its replacement , next door to eve's bedroom , was much amaller with sloping eaves ,there was scarcely room in it for one person , which suited me as i did not wish to encourage guests .
the bed was slotted under the eave , and over it hung a painting of white roses in a pewter vase of whuich nathan was also especilaly fond , but like the cornish pictutre , i could never see much in it .i did not come up here very ofen , but since a advent of the new bathroom , nathan had used the cupboard to the store his clothes .a pile of his ironed shirtys lay folded on the bed . i lifed them and stowed them on a shelf . as i did so , my fingers encountered a hard oject . it was a notebook , black and bound in hardboard , and held shut by a rubber band now slack from age and use .i slid the band off , and opened the book up . inside ruled pages were filled with the distinctive slope of nathan's left - handed writing . notes for the office ? financial plans ? ( nathan was careful with his money .)
private things ?
of corse they were private . i got into the bed cradled the mug , and felt its hear trickle into my cold joints . i drank the tea before i picked up the notebook and began to read it . it was some sor of diary , and began shortly after we had married .
"jan . 5 . minty angry ....." the scope for my anger was as great as anyone 's and its sources just as forgettable . what had . i been angry about ? true , the list of things had been accumulating .