143 wivesbehavingbadly

         chapter eleven
the room had manolia walls , a chair by an open window uphlstered in faded chana blue , several pictures , and a photo on the small atble by the sofa .
thye air coming through the window was cool and damp the type that frizzes the hair . it held a promise , though , of spring , for it brought with it the tiniest drift of the flower scent from the shrub bloom beneath the window .
my feet did not seem to be connecting with the floor and a pulse thuddle in my ear . the details of the room accumulated . if i had been cross - examined in court , i could have told you everything about it . how useful she is , the judge might think . how indispensable .
i turned back to the blue chair and concentrated on a cushion . this was made from a mushroom shot silk , looked old and there was a surprising variety of texture and color .
we're planning a supplement on africa in the autumn , i heard nathna say . shouldn't you have kept lucas at home ?
he was sitting well back in it , his body folded in a natural position .