265 wivesbehavingbadly

. forever , and i can't bear to think of that being married to roger is more complicated than it ever was with nicolas or richmond . they left me alone , in a way that roger doesn't "
"are you sure he has no idea  about marcus ?"
gisela dropped her eyes  to table .""no"
the big hand  of the clockver the buffer table had inched on to the hour ." gisela , i've got an appoinment with hot stones . we'll have  to continue this conversation  later ."
gisela consulted her file ."and i'm for the mud ."
she hurried off , and as i threaded my way through the table  , the tan man looked up and said as i passed ." i ate the tofu ."
"and you lived >" i murmured .
"just ."
whoever dreamed up the hot-stones treatment knew a thing or two about the human psyche . the girl in the white coat  explained tha during the middle ages  .patients were cupped with heated glasses to draw out their humors , and this was not a dissimilar process . such a neat idea , and so suggestive . bad temper , ill grace , and melancholy  could grief and regret  , if you believed it .
i emerged with red patches imprinted on my skin  and a pound head - the toxins making their exit felt =- and fell onto a message cough .
an angle  in white pressed confidently on my spine , a light , detached touch .
behind my school eyelids , the twins ran downstairs on a saturday morning into the kitchen  ."daddy , what are we going to do today ?"
and nathan , biting into  his toast , would say something along the lines of .