I slept again, and woke up just as the winter sun was disappearing into the blueness of sea and sky. It was, again, Andrina’s time. Today there were things that she could do for me: get aspirin from the shop, put three or four very hot bottles around me, mix the strongest toddy in the world. A few words from her would be like a bell to a sailor lost in fog. She did not come.
She did not come again on the third afternoon.
I woke, shakily, like a ghost. It was black night. Wind sang in the chimney. There was, from time to tie, the beating of rain against the window. It was the longest night of my life. I lived, oer and over again, through the times in my life of which I am most ashamed’ the worst time was repeated endlessly, like the same piece of music playing again and again and again. It was a shameful time, but at last sleep shut it out. Love was dead, killed long age, but the ghosts of that time were now awake.
When I woke up, I heard for the first time in four days the sound of a voice. It was Stanley the postman speaking to Ben, the dog at Bighouse.
I slept again, and woke up just as the winter sun was disappearing into the blueness of sea and sky. It was, again, Andrina’s time. Today there were things that she could do for me: get aspirin from the shop, put three or four very hot bottles around me, mix the strongest toddy in the world. A few words from her would be like a bell to a sailor lost in fog. She did not come.She did not come again on the third afternoon.I woke, shakily, like a ghost. It was black night. Wind sang in the chimney. There was, from time to tie, the beating of rain against the window. It was the longest night of my life. I lived, oer and over again, through the times in my life of which I am most ashamed’ the worst time was repeated endlessly, like the same piece of music playing again and again and again. It was a shameful time, but at last sleep shut it out. Love was dead, killed long age, but the ghosts of that time were now awake. When I woke up, I heard for the first time in four days the sound of a voice. It was Stanley the postman speaking to Ben, the dog at Bighouse.
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