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When he came in, she was folding his shirts. There was a large pile of laundry on his side of the bed. It was already past seven and the skies were darkening. There was nothing cooking on the stove. She held up an old, worn t-shirt.

Keep? she asked.

She poked a finger through a hole near the neckline. He’d had that t-shirt since their son was little. The before times.

Keep, he said.

He went into the kitchen and found himself a beer. He wondered how much longer they could go on like this. She was waiting for something, but he didn’t know what. He pulled out a big pot and filled it with water. Placed it on the stove and turned on the heat. Then he walked back to the bedroom. She’d gone into the bathroom. He stood just outside the door.

I put on a pot of water, he said.

He heard her say, okay.

He listened at the door but couldn’t hear anything. He had the feeling she was standing right on the other side, waiting for him to leave.

You okay? he said.

There was a pause. And then a “no.”

He felt the pulse of his heart beating in his neck. In the before times, he used to set an ear on his son’s fat belly. They’d spend evenings just watching him crawl about, that little pumpkin. When had he last kissed his wife? He couldn’t remember.

The door opened. She’d put on the old t-shirt. Her skin shone through the hole, a tiny sun against a vast sky.

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