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Reason To Sing

Chapter Forty-Seven

The Separation

I toss and turn in the bed. I roll over and try to rest on my
other side. I pull the covers up to my chin. Then I kick them
off completely and lie there freezing. I simply cannot get
comfortable. This horrid polyester nightgown is twisting all
around my body, making me crazy. I hate nightgowns. I hate
pink, girly, virginal, polyester nightgowns. I have got to stop
wearing these stupid things.
I turn again to face the door. Closed. Silent. Empty.
I wonder how early it is. There is no sun streaming today.
My hand reaches across the bed. It’s cold. Where is he? Where
is Gord?
Reality punches me in the gut. My nerves burst free from
their catatonic state. Suddenly I am wide awake! Gord’s savage
words from last night assault me as if brand new.
Affair. Lenora. Two years!
My wakeup switch is fully flipped as I am thrust violently
into a most painful present. Where’s the waste basket? I’m going
to be sick. Right now.
I jump out of bed and run to the bathroom. Just in time, I
lean over the toilet and vomit.
I sink to the cold tile floor and feebly grab the toilet roll. My
mouth is dry and vile and disgusts me almost as much as my
husband. I wipe the corners, but it does not help. I thought this
only happened in the movies. But this is very real. Too real. I
stand up and reach for my toothbrush. But no matter how hard
I scrub, nothing can get this revolting taste out of my mouth.

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