"When will you be home?" She looked through the dark to the window then closed her eyes. She yawned and tried to sound tired."Tuesday, maybe Wednesday,” she said. “Almost a week," he said.
“Maybe, yes." She tried to concentrate on the voices outside in the street. The pubs were turning out again and she could hear people shouting and laughing.
“Is he going?"
She didn't move. For a moment she didn't even breathe. She let the question settle in the air.
“Who?” she said.
She could feel him next to her and he was rigid, not moving. He didn't say a word. The way he was she knew he had his eyes open.
“I don't know," she said. “Probably not."
There was a tiny pause, just a few seconds in the darkness when there was no sound, not even from outside. Then he turned over. He had his back to her now. She could hear him breathing.
She looked over to the window, but it was too dark to see anything clearly.
"Don't be silly," she said.
From the collection, Little Flame and Other Endings
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