The Marriage of Convenience

Ravi was a tall man with aristocratically weather-beaten skin. Mira stood on her toes swaddled in several hand knit pullovers she reached up and touched his face Ravi looked as if he were going to sneeze but then relaxed He grew sleepy like a boy drowsy in bed he kept speaking and she shushed him and stroked his hair In the morning he woke full of energy and said I won't see her I don't know why I told you it's long over It was a marriage of convenience you know count Leo Tolstoy On the night he and his wife were married he told her everything about his past everything But what about the children