April 8, 2016

“The man and I fell into a routine. We woke early, went to sleep early, had all our meals at the dining room table. I made thick bean soups and rice. The man and I ate slowly. We lingered over every spoonful, refusing to rush. There was not much else to do in the house. The man and I slept together every few nights and when it was over, the man fell asleep while I stared at the ceiling for hours, certain something in the upstairs room was leaking through the plaster.”

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