Monday, January 3rd, 2011

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2:30a	@@@@@ How are you now? Are you close, @@@@@ How are you now? Are you close, Natalie? Her smile againDon't worry about me He glides through the passage of several neutral minutes, his mind far away, imagining another childThey had the last one after discussing it and agreeing that they wanted a baby, but now he cannot afford another one, and he is wondering if her diaphragm has been set properlyHe thinks he can feel it, which worries himAbruptly, he is conscious of the pressure in his loins, the perspiration on his back, and he halts roughly, relaxing again How close are you? Don't worry about me, Joey He is angry suddenlyTell me, how close are you? Oh, darling, I won't be able to tonight, it's not important, go ahead, don't mind me, it's not important The bickering offends both of them, makes them coldHe dreads his tasteless isolated throe, knows suddenly that he cannot do it, cannot lie afterwards on his bed depressed with failureAnd he leaves her on the bed, and walks over to the window, staring at the drab parchment of the shadeHe is trembling, partially from cold She comes up beside him, nuzzling her body against his to warm himThe caress is tentative, uncertain, and it offends himHe feels her maternalnessGo away, I don't want aa mother, he blurts, feeling doubt and then dread at the awfulness of what he has said Her mouth forms in the blank smile, wrinkles suddenly into weepingShe cries on the bed like a little girlHe realizes abruptly after two and a half years of marriage that when she forms that smile she is close to hysteria and terror and perhaps even loathingThe knowledge freezes in his chest After a moment he flops down beside her, cushions her head, and tries to comfort her weeping, his numb hand moving over her forehead and face In the morning none of it seems so awful, and by the end of a week he has nearly forgotten itBut on his side it marks the end or almost the end of one expectation from marriage, and for Natalie it means she must pretend excitement in order to avoid hurting h (Comment on this)
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