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The wife I forgot to love Ch210 THE MORRISON FILE
The kettle had barely finished boiling when Marcus walked through the door."You didn't knock," Damian said."I have a key." Marcus set a paper bag on the counter without looking at either of us. "And Ibrought food because I don't trust either of you to have eaten properly this week."I looked in the bag. Bread. Good cheese. Something wrapped in paper that smelled like it camefrom the deli on Crane Street."I've been eating," Damian said."Helena." Marcus looked at me. "Has he been eating.""Define eating," I said.Damian looked at us both. "I'm right here."Marcus pulled out a chair at the kitchen table and sat down like he owned the place. He had thatquality — the kind of person who made every room feel like he had always been in it. He put hiselbows on the table and looked at Damian steadily."The file," he said.Damian didn't move for a moment. Then he nodded once and went to the desk.I stayed in the kitchen.Not because they asked me to. Because it was right. This was Damian
The wife I forgot to love Chapter two hundred and eight— WHAT SHE KNOWS NOW
She went back to her apartment the next morning.Not leaving. Just going back to her own space for a few hours the way two people who had theirown lives needed to go back to their own spaces sometimes. She had told him she would comeback in the afternoon and he had said okay and she had meant it and he had known she meant itand that was new and fine and exactly right.She made coffee in her own kitchen.Stood at her own window.The rosemary jars on the shelf. Still there. Two of them. Right where they had been for twoyears and four months.She looked at them for a while.Then she picked up her coffee and went to the sofa and sat in the particular quiet of her ownapartment on a Wednesday morning and let herself think.She knew things now that she had not known before any of this started.Not the practical things. Not how to fix a tap or arrive at a function alone or say true things oncamera without flinching. Those she had learned in the leaving and they were hers now and theywe
The wife I forgot to love Chapter two hundred and seven— THE FIRST EVENING
She made dinner.Not because he asked her to. Not because it was expected. Because it was seven o’clock and shewas in the kitchen and he should not be standing for long yet and she knew where the pasta wasbecause she had paid attention and pasta was what made sense.He watched her from the sofa.She could feel him watching. She had always been able to feel it. The difference now was thatshe did not turn around and ask what. She just let him watch and kept cooking.“You don’t have to,” he said.“I know.”“I could order something.”“Damian.”“What.”“Sit down and let me cook.”A pause. Then the sofa settling slightly as he shifted. Staying where he was.She found the rosemary.It was on the third shelf. A jar she did not recognise, different from the ones on her shelf. He hadbought his own at some point. She stood looking at it for a moment.Then she used it.—She plated the food and brought it to the sofa because the table felt like too much ceremony fortonight. Tonight was not a
The wife I forgot to love Chapter two hundred and six— HOME
They discharged him on a Tuesday.Eleven days after the accident. Dr Osei said he was ready. Said the next weeks would need careand rest and that he should not rush anything and that the body knew what it needed if you gaveit the space to say so. He said it to both of them and Helena understood that Dr Osei had beenwatching the room and had made her own observations about the shape of things.Marcus brought the car. Eleanor had wanted to come but Damian had said mum and she hadlooked at him and said fine but you call me tonight and he had said I will and she had made himpromise twice.The drive was quiet. Damian in the passenger seat. Helena in the back. Marcus not talkingbecause Marcus knew when not to talk.The city going past the windows. October now fully itself. The trees stripped back. Theparticular light of a city in autumn that made everything look like it was settling in forsomething.She watched him watch the city.She had watched him watch things for years without h
The wife I forgot to love Chapter two hundred and five — CASSIDY AND MARCUS
They were in the hospital café.It was Cassidy’s idea. She had said Marcus you have been standing in corridors for four daysand you need to sit down and eat something and he had said I’m fine and she had said I knowyou’re fine you’re always fine come and eat something anyway.He had come.The café was the kind that did what hospital cafés did. Tried. The coffee was not good but it washot and the sandwiches were not inspired but they existed and that was sufficient when you hadbeen standing in corridors for four days.Cassidy ate her sandwich. Marcus drank his coffee and looked at the table.“Stop thinking about work,” she said.“I’m not.”“You’re doing the face.”“I don’t have a face.”She pointed at him. “That one. The one where you’re going through a list in your head andchecking things off and you think nobody can tell.”“I was thinking about Damian.”“Damian is fine. Helena is with him. Eleanor was with him this morning. He is the most lookedafter person in this building.” S
The wife I forgot to love Chapter two hundred and four — ELEANOR VISITS
Eleanor came at two.She had her coat and her bag and a small container of something she had made that morning andthe particular expression she wore when she was arriving somewhere she had been lookingforward to without saying so.She came in.She looked at Damian first the way she always looked at him first. The quick automatic checkthat was forty years of habit and would probably never stop being forty years of habit.Then she looked at Helena.At her hand.Something in her face did the settling thing.Not surprise. That was not what the settling was. It was the specific quality of a thing that hadbeen slightly wrong for a long time finding its right place at last. Helena had seen it at the bluedoor and in the hospital family room and across Cassidy’s dinner table and she was seeing itnow and it landed the same way every time.Eleanor sat down.Set the container on the side table.Poured herself a cup of the tea that was already there.Said nothing for a moment.“How are you f
The wife I forgot to love CHAPTER NINETEEN, His Wife
The lunch was a formality.Damian knew that going in. A client relationship that had been running for three years and needed the occasional face to face to stay warm. Good food. Careful conversation. The particular performance of two people who respected each other professionally and had nothing el
The wife I forgot to love CHAPTER EIGHTEEN, Rain
It rained on Wednesday.Not the polite kind of rain that arrives quietly and leaves without making a fuss. The kind that comes sideways and means it. By the time Helena arrived at the warehouse the car park was already a shallow lake and she ran the last twenty metres with her bag over her head and
The wife I forgot to love CHAPTER SEVENTEEN, Lunch Break
The production ran Tuesday to Friday that week.Helena had settled into the rhythm of it the way she settled into most things that mattered. Quietly and completely. She knew where to find her corner between takes. She knew which crew members to ask for what. She knew that Jordan liked silence befor
The wife I forgot to love CHAPTER SIXTEEN, One Drink
Marcus came over on a Sunday evening with a bottle of whisky and no particular reason.That was how it had always been between them. No occasion required. Twelve years of friendship and neither of them had ever needed a reason to show up. Marcus would call and say I am coming over or sometimes not
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