And the clover, as she thought to herself, was a present for her own birthday.
Chapter 2
The light was dimmer with the steam. The air was always damp, but even damper in this weather, this winter. The water running down the walls never dried. The boys were eating well but she wasn’t. Somehow, she longed to see him back and touch his face as she had done before in those old times of young and stupid love. As he seldom returned for food or bed since they had moved to this place, she didn’t know anything specifi c about his life. When he did come back, all that she remembered were bad things written on his face with that grumpy grumpy look. And that night, her heart began thumping more and more violently as her watch ticked.