.He could well imagine her new home in
Rhode Island "no time and opportunity" did not chill the warmth of the blue sky there... If she loved she loved, if she did not she did not, so she must be living quite happily there.
The air of the bedroom was so still that he felt he was in a void.
Fortunately, the odor of whiskey was now seeping into the bedrooms long uninterrupted sleep. When he knew that this night would be spent in a normal way after all, he felt a smile if self ridicule creep up the sides of his mouth. The smell of soybean meal, A heavy fog had not yet dispersed... He took advantage of being tipsy and feel across the bed. He gleamed across the room into the mirror. "A" appeared in it's reflection. Lying on a bed, he receives her soft touch... The touch of fingers with ring on them that gently close his eyes... The room begins to spin.
It was odd he thought, that he cared so little about all that had happened and had not happened in his life. So it was even more odd that he should have these remnants of love in his heart.
The soybean meal was slowly wafting into the night, the air of the room was getting cold and drier. As he pulled the blanket over himself, he found he was sinking back to 1994.... "Now let's see if He can fall asleep alone."
