The Answer

Synopsis

The room was dark. It was always dark, so dark he couldn't see the bed, the soft wide bed with the plum satin headpiece that was studded with cushioned buttons, and the triangle of chiffon that was draped elegantly from the ceiling. The Venetian blinds were shut tight, so that not even the blackness of the black summer's night could be seen. John Reeve couldn't see the bed, and he also couldn't see his tall self in the modern half-moon mirror of his wife's dressing table across from him. Most of all he couldn't see her—Lisa, his wife.

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