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Monday, September 10, 2012

295 wivesbehavingbadly

. " and you really are a mummy ."
i stared at the snarled traffic  ." i really am a mummy ."
when we got back , evw  was in the kitchen  . she looked a  lot stronger  , even  if her clothes  hung off her ." i make  supper ." she said  and  when i tried to stop her , she held up her hand ." i do ."
i helped her to cut  cucumber and carrot  sticks  and to hear  the fish pie . she moved tiredly  , painfully  slowly , but with determination . afterward  , she insisted  on clearing up  . she  raised  her normally  indifferent eyes  to mine , and  in them  sparked gratitude . " you are nice , minty ."
during the bad nights  . i had  been getting rid of nathan  . it should  have been  a logical  process  - nathan wa no longer  here to wear  his shirts ,  socks , shoes , and ties  , and they were easy  to sort and easy  to pack  .but their disposal  defied  logic  . sometimes i managed to clear a drawer  , sometimes it  was beyond  me . it was  a process that  had to be secrer  because  i did not wish  the boys  to witness it and because it hurt  , so i accomplished it in front and starts , by  dark and stealthily  during those nights .
it was a quarter  to two when i got myself  out of bed  and opened the doors to nathan 's wardrobe  . already a light  dust  coated the contents . there were  ties , blue , red and green  . a  scarf was jammed onto the shelf   and i piccked  it up . it was an expensive one , and i caught the fainted  echo of his altershave  . the sensation of a sharp  instrument  striking through my breast  made me gasp . i sank  back down  on  the bed  , holding  it between  fingers from  which the feeling had drained .
nathan was dead .

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