out the beds？ Every move you make rattles on the ceiling。 I
wanted to sleep。〃
〃Yeah； I wanted that； too； but the bed up there is too damned small and
unfortable。 Why don't you try sleeping there？〃
〃Because you're there。〃
〃Then why don't I sleep downstairs？〃
〃Because I'm there。〃
〃Damn it；〃 he sighed； 〃I don't want to share your bed。 Why don't we just
switch？〃
She wasn't a fool。 〃After you've told me how small and unfortable the
attic one is？ No way！〃
〃Then don't plain about the noise。〃 In one swift move he was up；
stacking the dishes； dumping them in the sink。 When he turned back to
her； a silver wave had fallen across his brow。 〃You clean up。 I cooked。〃
He left the room so quickly that Anne's protest met thin air。
〃But…it was…my food…〃 Slowly she faced the dishes。 If this was a preview
of the week； things looked grim。
But Anne was tired of grim； so she took a positive approach。 Starting
with a long walk through the woods； she followed the line of a low stone
wall across the hilltop and down a gently graded slope until the road
intersected her path。 The view was spectacular from several points where
the forest door opened to the village below； its tall white church
steeple catching the afternoon sun。
As she followed the dirt road back to the house； the climb steepened。
She stopped to rest a time or two。 All was peaceful。 The murmur of the
breeze was a wele switch from the grating sounds of the city； the
lush ferns on the forest floor were a far cry from stone sidewalks； the
chipmunk skuttling through the brush was far better than a guard dog on
a leash by the curb。
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