Outside there was the muted late
night hum of the traffic. A voice rose
up mysteriously from the street, its message inaudible. The last tram pinged its bell at an errant
car. A sash window was slammed
down. A distant dog barked.
They lay in each other’s arms.
Her eyes were wet, and so, she saw
in the light from the window, were his.
“Silly,” he said kindly, gruffly. “Sex is supposed to make you happy.”
She smiled through the tears. “I am,” she whispered.
“Mai too.”
His eyes drooped closed. She didn’t sleep for ages, watching patterns
of light on the ceiling as cars or pedestrians went by, feeling the drift of
the thin curtains in the breeze as if they were on her own skin.
Whatever happens now, she thought, even
if he leaves me for someone else, it doesn’t matter.
It was just four months later that
Jason started work at the pub, and she met him for the first time.
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