Tuesday and thinking.

They sat in silence. At last he said, “I know.” The moment was a pendulum between them. She took a short breath. “How long?” She looked at him, and then at the tablecloth, and then at a distant memory behind him. His face said nothing except a sadness it could not contain. Something inside him stopped. Outside their window, the rain began to blur everything back to gray. Inside their heart the pain began to blur everything back to empty.

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