ther was a pause and i said ." that was wonderful ."
poppy weighed and measured my sincerity and , evedently , found it acceptable and ratlled on ." lunch then . it's our aniversay so we thought ...it's great being married , don't you think ?" realizing she had fallen into the verbal equivalent of quicksand , poppy changed the subject and inquired about felix's recent stomach upset . she ended the copnversation by saying ." one o'lock . but minty , if you feel you want some time to yourself . which i am sure you do , just send dad and twins over .
i had not intended to watch rose's program . no , really . but here i was eyeing the oopening credit over a palte of grated carrots , sliced tomatoes , and ultra nonfat ssalad dressing .
how long was it since i had seen rose ? two years ? three ? . no matter , for in my case , seeing was irrelevant .you don't have to see someone to know they are there , and rose and her shadow were sewn to me as securely as peter pan's .
unable to mark up my mind if i wished her withered and bony , thus adding to my guilt , or flouring , as she appeared now , i scrutinized every inch of her .rose looked wonderful , and like a woman in charge of her life , and totally unencumbered , which , if irritating to anyone struggling with encumbarnces , let me off the hook .if rose could look that good , then she was not suffering , and - perhaps - the odds had evened out a trifle . on the other hand , i reminded myself , this was the woman who was discussing garden palns with her-ex- husband who happened to be married to me .
rose's first wonder turned out to be hidden in a a polish salt mine . dressed in combat trouser and a thick jacke , she led the viewer down a tunnel , and every so ofen , the camera panned over the fingures and animals carved by the miners into the walk .
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