Silence, unspeakable silence. She sat in front of the window blankly, holding a cup of warm water in her hand. She was in a trance.
May was cleaning the apartment. She looked up and saw Sherman's back, shaking her head. 'Mrs. Day and Mr. Day must have quarreled again.'
Sherman sat in front of the window for a long time. Though she was alive, she was like a sculpture, sitting there motionless.
After sitting for half an hour or maybe an hour or maybe even two hours, Sherman dragged her numb and stiff legs into the bedroom.
The wind in late autumn was strong. The bedroom windows were open. The beige curtain was fluttering i n the cold wind and the tassels from time to time hit the glass frame, making crisp sound.
Hearing the voice, Sherman looked over. It was a wedding photo of her and Billy. She was dressed in a pure white wedding dress. He was standing behind her in a black suit, with his hands around her waist, and kissed her cheek. She smiled brightly and happily.
That scene was so happy and beautiful.
She and Billy had been together for more than seven
years. They had been dating since they were in college and then they got married shortly after they graduated.
It was said that many couples were at their greatest risk of divorcing just before their seventh anniversary. Problems may arise seven years after couples got married.
However, the relationship between her and Billy had never changed and she had never doubted Billy’s love for her.
She knew what a person Billy was. She thought that seven years of getting along with him was enough to thoroughly understand what kind of person he was.
He was not like a person who would betray a marriage and much less like a man who would cheat. Was it a bit too arbitrary if she doubted him just because of a box of condoms?
May was a little embarrassed and didn't know how to answer. At this time, Sherman explained, "I asked her t o do so."
"Honey, you are pregnant now. It is different from the past. You must eat something nutritious. It is good for you, good for the baby and better for me. You know?" Billy still frowned. Even though he was blaming Sherman, he was tender.
"We haven't been out to eat for a long time. I want to eat steak today, so I asked May to cook fewer dishes and make them light. Otherwise, I won't be able to eat steak after a while." Sherman took a sip of porridge and the taste was okay. It was sweet and slightly sour, with red dates in it.
Billy blinked slightly, as the dark light flickered in his eyes. After a while, he said, "Honey, how about going t o eat steak tomorrow?" "Are you busy at night?" Sherman raised her head.
"Yeah, there is something..."
She asked, "Do you have to work or participate in a dinner party?"
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