not yet. And I’m not going to give in to the baby.

    “ up?” srying to sound casual, but  once understood and said, “O’s not muc like to see  up. Because I  to give in and I don’t.”

    alking as if it all  a joke.  I find t silent and dismal, looking at  dress rouble at all, opped crying. t little  intimate baby smell made  to cry. O, o o toilet,” and off srode, he black linen swinging around her.

    Mary t, I suppose Dmitri ened and s taramasalata and tsina and all t stuff t  of t rocks and trees and ten alked togetom and Mary—neit times strangers to them.

    Mary did not speak to Demetrios t nige, er midnig s up in bed and stared at umbled around to o put  o, ime s o taking tiative, orm of sex. But t al going to let you take me for granted, said Dmitri, teasing , but tive, surprising  a big rougead of sometimes just a cuddle, and t tle toucrokes t put a look of onis on ried t on Dmitri—  of doing anyt. Noo put one’s arms around one’s ill morning, and t nig o put a o touc alone kisses and nibbles.

    S t, for s sleep, and next morning t. And noaring at ed  sometimes glanced at , in anger, and in fear. But as ion ion of ronger every minute, because w s. ears and saying he was sorry.

    t nigo seem asleep . Per: en did, w up o   kiss her.

    Next morning at breakfast sting taring face like a radar dis looking at , upid. Just because I  got a smile on my face and I’m not speaking—but I’m just t I? Mean and knocking into t a curse on  raig. Next morn