and was still waving and smiling as we turned the corner and headed toward the lift.
Neither of us spoke until we got outside. “What a lovely guy, eh?” Raymond said, somewhat redundantly.
I nodded, trying to hold on to the feeling of my hands in his, cozy and safe, and the look of kindness and warmth in his eyes.
I found, to my extreme consternation, that nascent tears were forming in my eyes, and I turned away to rub them before they could spill over.
Annoyingly, Raymond, usually the least observant of men, had noticed.
“What are you doing for the rest of the day, Eleanor?” Raymond asked gently. I looked at my watch. It was almost four.
“I suppose I’ll return home, perhaps read for a while,” I said.
“There’s a radio program on later where people write in to request excerpts of items they’ve enjoyed during the week.
That can often be reasonably entertaining.” I was also thinking that I might buy some more vodka, just a half bottle, to top up what remained.
I yearned for that brief, sharp feeling I get when I drink it—a sad, burning feeling—and then, blissfully, no feelings at all.
I had also seen the date on Sammy’s newspaper and remembered that today was, in fact, my birthday.
Annoyingly, I’d forgotten to ask the nurse where she had purchased her wasp socks—
전체재생
다음페이지
문장검색