An End And a Beginning
“she thought. “Yes, we were very happy indeed.” Desmond still seems to be standing there, waiting, listening. He is still close. He is still real. She can talk to him under the sheet. “Can you remember? I can. I always remember the first time I was really happy,” and she felt herself reaching out arms to grasp it again.
“It was in the beginning. You remember a summer afternoon when we were sitting in the park. It was very quiet there, we were away from the streets, the noise. We sat holding hands, we’d only been married a few months. I remember it chiefly because of the children. I can even hear them running about, shouting, laughing, being happy, and not knowing it. We both sat watching them. That was the first time I felt the child in myself, I could even see it running to play with the others. I even remember pressing hard on your hand, but you wouldn’t remember it. Perhaps you never saw the children. ‘How happy those children are,’ I said. ‘They’re so free.’ “‘Free,’ you said.
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