nathan pushed the fork into the earth , reached into the ground qith both hands , and extarcted a bundle wrapped in a white wool shawl ," this is my secret grief , minty ," i heard him say in the restless , half-concious interlude .
the bedroom was airless sucked dry oof its oxygen , and o laternayed between sweating and shivering , which , i supposed was shock . could i have done more ? answere ; yes , i could . was nathan so unhappy ? answere , yes , he was .... i fled upstairs to the spare bedroom . the bed was not made up but i slipped into it between the bare mattress and fold duver and stared into the darkness .
i could not see the nose painting on the wall above me in the dark , but with an interdnal eyes , i traced those roses . i calcilated their dimensions , the arrrangement of the shapes on the canvas , i struc up an intimate accaintance with each shade and tint , ticking them off on my fingers : chalk white , clottqed cream , weak tea , and the blood brown of the darkening petals scattered at the base of the vase .
whne i could bear it no longer , i slid out of bed , reached up , and turned the painting to the wall .
there , they had gone .
a little later - how long ? i found myself in nathan 's study . i open his filing cabinet to reveal the sections neatly ;abeled in black ink , " insurrance " ( an orange file ) ." house " ( a hblue file ). " lawyer " ( red) " health " ( yellow ) .
why had he chsen yellow for health ? it was not a good color .
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