A Husband’s Promise and a Wife’s Wish
The pain in Eva’s hip became unbearable as the goldfinch’s sweet song filled the bedroom. Unable to sleep another wink, she stumbled out of bed, passing her snoring husband on their red silk sheets. When the couple bought sheets, they never imagined how many nosebleeds would be camouflaged by crimson. Seventy-eight years of light footedness never failed her, and she made it to the bathroom without disturbing Theo.
