The Intimacy of a Woman

When he awoke late the following morning there were messages from May and Carolyn, the latter of whom said, call me. It occurred to him that he could do that, call his wife, without guilt or resorting to subduphuge because he hadn't slept with them. He'd reached a point at which he was beyond listening, except when she was staring directly into his eyes and praising his books. She had a salad and a pound of beer and a glass of wine. A small inner voice told him that he'd had more than enough wine so he ordered a cognac. They poured it as if from a great height. Then it was a noom, and he was in the