The Moonlight Man (2016)
“In the night, she heard him moving about the little house. Sometimes he took care not to disturb her sleep; at other times he walked heavily through the rooms and turned on all the downstairs lights. She lay awake, staring at her doorway and the dimly illuminated passage beyond it. She listened to his footsteps, the jarring of furniture when he bumped into it, and she felt disquieted, confused, by his voiceless presence below.
Once, at four A.M., unable to fall back to sleep when the house had grown silent again, she went downstairs to find him reading intently in the parlor, an opened bottle of club soda on the floor by his foot. He looked at her briefly. “Back to bed with you, Burnhilde,” he said. “Leave me to my wars.”
Only a long time later, when she was back in school, did it occur to her that his “wars,” his trouble, had been about liquor.
They did a good deal of driving: to Lake Rosignol, often to Halifax, or they would follow a country road for miles, pausing in one of the vil...lages they passed through to buy a lunch of cheese and crackers and apples, eating it in a field by the side of the road.MoreLess
Once, at four A.M., unable to fall back to sleep when the house had grown silent again, she went downstairs to find him reading intently in the parlor, an opened bottle of club soda on the floor by his foot. He looked at her briefly. “Back to bed with you, Burnhilde,” he said. “Leave me to my wars.”
Only a long time later, when she was back in school, did it occur to her that his “wars,” his trouble, had been about liquor.
They did a good deal of driving: to Lake Rosignol, often to Halifax, or they would follow a country road for miles, pausing in one of the vil...lages they passed through to buy a lunch of cheese and crackers and apples, eating it in a field by the side of the road.MoreLess
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