“He’s definitely better now, more alive, ready to laugh even when they’re alone, more easy-going and relaxed, less of a worry, more like his old self, the way he was in the early years—although the days are gone when they used to get naked in bed to read the paper and watch the game and share a bowl of cornflakes, the milk carton balanced on the bedpost, sugar spilling out of the Domino bag under the sheets. Back then they had the freedom of knowing each other barely at all; they were in gleeful possession of a leisurely future with all the doors still open and all the promises still fully redeemable.”
- Excerpt from The Silent Wife, by A.S.A. Harrison
