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Ivetha Review Pages 1-33
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Ivetha Review Pages 1-33
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When he pulled into the drive, Trina got out and waved
to him as he left. The gravity with which she made the
gesture made him feel as if he were driving a hearse. He
had no idea what had just happened with his wife, or why,
but what he did know was that he didnt have time to worry
about it right now. What mattered was that he had nally
found it. After a lot of time, trouble, and uncertainty, he
had nally found the perfect space for the future of his
business, and if the details proved to be acceptable (the
length, in particular, of the lease), he could see that he was
standing on the precipice of a new and exciting chapter in
his life. If his wife was less than enthusiastic (and maybe
even acting downright odd), he knew she would eventually
come around. It was, after all, inevitable. The universe
was in harmony with his desires.
Once she had watched her husband drive away, Trina
turned toward the house. The day was still quite young
and already it felt long. She had asked to come with her
husband on a whim, just so they could do something nice
together, and she had nished it by making a public display
of herself. She knew that Oliver would be annoyed, but she
also knew it wouldnt matter much in the end. If Oliver
had any talent to speak of it was an ability to remember
only that which was useful to him and forget the rest.
Though this might not be the best way to go about life, or
even a relationship, she also took a bit of solace in it too.
(Complacency is a kind of cancer in a relationship, but it
is also a cure.)
Meanwhile, she had things to do: there were
groceries to buy, laundry to clean, stuff to pick up at the
hardware store, and other errands to effect. It seemed
that ever since she had quit her job to devote more of
her life to the upkeep of their world together, she had
less of a life of her own to look after. But it is always that
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way, she reasoned, about anything you have: As soon as
you recognize it as something valuable and try to hold
onto it, it goes away.
When she stepped in the house she saw, to her chagrin,
that the foyer was dirty again. She could not gure out
how two people could track so much dirt into one small
space. She grabbed a broom.
While she swept, she tried in as calm and careful
a manner as she could to come to some kind of
understanding of what she had just been through. She
had looked into a pane of glass, in an empty shop, on
an obscure street and had seen (as far as she could
understand) everything not just what was before her in
the window, but all there ever was, or would be. It was
as if every moment in time past, present, and future
had always existed simultaneously and could be seen, with
little effort, in a shop window in the time it took to blink
your eyes. It was impossible. She knew it could not have
happened. But it had.
Well, she told herself, at least I gured out one thing today.
I found out that Oliver is unhappy. He wont say it because either
he doesnt know it, or he doesnt want me to know; but the fact that
he wont say that were not living wrong means he thinks were not
living right. He doesnt like his life. All this talk about change is
only a kind of code. Im not even sure if he likes me.
She opened the door and swept the dust from the oor
onto the front porch then tried to decide her next move.
The oor, despite the fact she had just swept it, was still
dirty. It really needed to be mopped, but she didnt feel
like doing it right now. She put the broom back in the
closet and told herself she wasnt going to worry about it
anymore today. After all, it would only get dirty again
tomorrow.