Snowflakes On the Sea
“Nathan was coldly uncommunicative; he had never, under the best of circumstances, been overly fond of reporters. But Mallory recognized a number of these people, and considered them friends. There wasn’t much she could say without betraying things that were necessarily private, but she did manage a few polite, if inane, words, and she kept her chin high and her shoulders square.
On board the ferry, Mallory and Nathan remained in the Porsche, dealing in silence with their thoughts and feelings. Mallory’s car would be delivered in the morning.
The silence looming between them had reached ominous levels by the time Nathan drew the luxurious, high-powered automobile to a stop in front of the house they both thought of as Mallory’s.
Was there nothing that was not specifically his or hers, but theirs? Mallory wondered brokenly.
Still at the wheel of his car, Nathan flexed his hands and sighed, his eyes carefully avoiding his wife’s. “I still love you,” he said, his voice so low that it was ...almost inaudible.MoreLess
On board the ferry, Mallory and Nathan remained in the Porsche, dealing in silence with their thoughts and feelings. Mallory’s car would be delivered in the morning.
The silence looming between them had reached ominous levels by the time Nathan drew the luxurious, high-powered automobile to a stop in front of the house they both thought of as Mallory’s.
Was there nothing that was not specifically his or hers, but theirs? Mallory wondered brokenly.
Still at the wheel of his car, Nathan flexed his hands and sighed, his eyes carefully avoiding his wife’s. “I still love you,” he said, his voice so low that it was ...almost inaudible.MoreLess
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