In their bathroom (still painted pink. How many times had they thought about a change?) Antonia wet a washcloth with tonic and pressed it to her cheeks.
He’d been a bear of a man, until…Antonia moved the washcloth down to her neck. She tried to picture herself saying this to a girlfriend over a glass of wine. She wasn’t sure which girlfriend, exactly, someone she didn’t see often. He’d been a bear of a man until this. And it happened to be true. Not a broken bone in his body, a cholesterol level just average enough to be taken for granted, a vibrant libido, two squash games a week.
Friday, September 24, 2010
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