I was his wife. They were filthy after the burial. At sight of his wan features, she forgot the urgency of her need for a moment, and fell to her knees at his bedside, placing her hands on his slack ones where they lay on the soiled coverlet. She helped herself to the remainder of the slightly congealed bacon, and reverted to the problem of getting her luggage out of the house. It was always jabbing him with white-hot barbs, waking or sleeping. Every article in the trunk was fully known to her, through a recounting of the list by the doctor. I’ve wanted you—always.
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