Chapter 114

But rooms like this, with the soft

bed, soft light, quiet and hidden from view, theserooms

speak of a capacity for love, not just sex but something more, an

emotion they’ve managed to dampen like the flames of a fire but

haven’t quite extinguished completely. Something real, and I

can picture Conlan nervously taking Marie’s hand, leading her to a

place like this, standing above her awkwardly because he’s not

quite sure what to do. I can see her comforting smile, I can almost

hear her whisper it’s okay,and maybe they just laid

together the first time, heads side by side on one pillow as they

cuddled beneath the covers and talked in low voices. Ellington

would be outside, tapping one foot anxiously, waiting, waiting,

thinking only of the future and babies and moving on, while inside

the two friends would giggle for hours, time would stop, nothing

would matter and maybe, just maybe, Marie would let Conlan give her

a kiss when their time was up.