By Wolfgang Tarnowski
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We’ve propped a few chenille cushions on top, and it’s a great place to settle with a book (well, it would be, if we ever had the time). Around the window we’ve hung heavy red curtains that graze the wooden floors from a long iron pole. A few weeks after we moved in, on a rare day off from work, I unearthed a cranberry glass vase to match in an antiques shop around the corner. It lives on the Danish teak table beside the sofa, and when the light shines through, an intense red stain appears on the wood behind it, like a spilled glass of pinot noir.
When I suggested that married people have a nasty habit of staying married her dark eyes widened ever so slightly. “He wants to leave his wife,” she assured me, earnestly. ” She swooshed her curtain of hair over her shoulder with a delicate flick of the wrist. After Bri left, I began surfing the Web for information on my condition—it has a nice long name, oligohydramnios—and I’ve ordered subscriptions to various magazines, a mix of the worthy ( The Economist, Time) and the not-so-worthy ( Vogue, Harper’s, Glamour, and, on a whim, something called Working Mother.
I seem to have developed… 152 50 “There’s something I need to discuss with you,” Tom said to me… 156 51 I stumbled into the kitchen an hour ago to find a note propped up… 160 52 But there are other ways to pursue my ends. I’ve spent the morning drafting… 162 53 I perched illicitly (and precariously) on the window bench for twenty minutes… 166 54 A delighted phone call from Brianna this morning. ” 171 56 Thank God, she’s launched herself into the streets of Manhattan armed with… 171 57 I’m thirty-five weeks pregnant today, a huge milestone, a day I’ve been… 176 58 A phone call from Jeanie this morning, just after breakfast.