..." He remembered last night; blearily. Miranda hadapproached him, smiled at him. He'd bought her a martini. She'd boughthim a beer - some brand he'd...never heard of, with a sour aftertaste.Feminista? It had been girly, but the way she'd sat in his lap whenshe'd drunk it had made it worth his while. The way she'd giggled whenhe wrapped his arms around her, and pushed his fingers slowly down herflat belly, until they brushed across the top of her jeans. He hadaccepted it when she'd whispered for. ”“I don’t want a divorce,” She wailed, “why are you doing this to me?”“BECAUSE YOU DID THIS TO US,” I screamed. “Now if YOU are going to the dance tonight you better hurry and get ready. While you are there I’ll pack up most of my stuff and will be gone when you get back. I just ask that until I file for the divorce, you don’t bring your lover to our bed.”“I DON’T WANT A DIVORCE.” She screamed, “And what do you mean when you said if I am going to the dance. You are going, it’s your favorite. His voice came out hoarse as his hips met hers. ‘I’m so sorry.’ She opened her mouth to speak but he stopped her by kissing her gently. ‘I’m so sorry,’ he whispered again, picking up his pace. She held back all the things she wanted to say and chose to keep this moment. Her arms slid across his back, grazing over his scars but not lingering, pulling him closer to her. She groaned in his ear as he slid into her harder, feeling himself quicken and shudder. He needed this. She gasped and he kissed. "The old woman sadly shook her head."I can only be thankful that you never had to participate in those bits of foolishness. I only wish..."The man placed his hand over hers and squeezed gently."I know, ma chère, I know, but Henri thought he was doing the right thing when he enlisted. We have been over this many times. God simply wished to call him home. As much as we needed him with us, God needed him more." Somehow it still seems so unfair. I bore him within my womb for nine months, went.