my old cashmere robes. She walked over to the fireplace, point

d painting is so dreary. I found a lovely modern piec

dded vaguely. "Of course, w

ng a reaction, a fight.

beautiful painting," I said to Sabrina. "But

resistance. She wanted a scene, a drama

the sound unnaturally loud in the quiet room. "W

om. Their little power plays felt distan

He fed her a strawberry at lunch. I felt nothing. My mind was a cold, clean slate, focused only on the logistics of my esc

a found me in the library. S

in high school, that you reminded him of me. That's why he married you. Yo

ord. Had I been that blind? Had I ignored the signs because I wanted the fairy tale to be real?

ghost wa

t. "Well, he has the real thing no

by my indifference. She had expe