secret grief .
i could picture this intimacy - the collusion - to the last detail . no . i could feel it : a warm coziness , with no specter of the past to cast a chill . nathna and rose had acted in tandem . which school for the children ? did he hall require painting ? hey ! they addressed each other over breafast , after a night of passion that left them with burning eyes and aching flesh . we can take it .
was rose aware of how lucky she had been ? she had helped herslf to the young , strong nathna , the one who had carried a laden breakfast tray up to her in bed with the ease of toting thistledown - the one who had balanced job , wife , and children in his palm with the skill of the juggler . look , i'm not tired . look . i cannot fail .
i switched off the light and both of us stood for a moment in the doorway as the twins settled inder thier duvets .
"what are you thinking ?" i asked .
\nathan slipped his arm round my shoulder and drropped a kiss on the top of my head ." nothing very much ," he said .
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