At bedtime Paul climbed the stairs to the attic, lugging his pillow and a couple of blankets. A sense of adventure pervaded his thoughts. A sense of apprehension as well. In 40 years of wedlock (rounding up slightly), he and Jean had never before, while sheltered under the same roof, spent a single night sleeping apart from each other. But now that streak was about to end. And yet they parted the best of friends. Paul blew Jean a kiss through his mask as she sat up reading in the marital bed, and Jean responded by blowing one back. Читать дальше...