Ernest was different on Thursday.Don noticed it within the first ten minutes of the working day — a quality of distraction that sat beneath the professional surface, well-managed but present. Ernest was answering questions, making decisions, reviewing documents with his usual precision. He was also, Don could tell, not entirely in the room. Part of him was somewhere else, processing something, with the specific contained energy of a man who had picked up a weight he had not yet decided how to set down.Don said nothing. This was, he had learned, the correct response to Ernest in this mode — waiting was more useful than questioning, because Ernest would arrive at speech when he was ready and not before, and any attempt to accelerate the process would produce only the professional surface rather than what was actually there.But he watched. He had always watched Ernest — it had been one of the features of their marriage that he had catalogued carefully and with mixed feelings: the way
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