Dead roaches the size of small mammals.Dead roaches the size of small mammals. He put my luggage in the spare bedroom. My bedroom. It is spot- lessly clean and furnished completely in white. The bed is an old- fashioned single, iron, in a sort of early-hospital style, painted in white enamel. Walls: white, chest of drawers: white; simple chair and bedside table: both white. No rug, no curtains, no pictures on the wall, and nothing in the closet. A bright overhead light and a small nondescript reading light on the bedside table. That is the total contents of the room. I could feel like a nun if it weren't for last night. Somehow, it bothers me a little that he went to all that trouble to prepare my room for me. All in white, I mean. It's just a little odd. Normally, separate bedrooms would be something you would associ- ate with elderly conservative couples or people on the verge of divorce, but we weren't even married. We were SUPPOSED to be living together, so this was verging on weird and I wanted an explanation. Which I got. It was nothing more than an enforced continuation of the newly distant relationship he had written about and that we had formally started during his visit to Chicago. |