Chapter Seven
Marianne sat in her own kitchen making out a grocery list. Even this simplest of tasks was proving difficult. The distraction of her weekend at Hickory Manor pulled her from every mundane or important activity with little effort, replaying like a broken record, looping endlessly, unavoidably haunting every minute of her day. Sometimes when she was at work, removed from the house and away from Thomas, she could bury herself in a project that would create some distance from the weekend and her memories. But even that was rare.
She and Thomas did not discuss the weekend. As in the past, they made love with a furious passion at night, sparked by memories they both privately harbored. It didn’t seem to matter to their pleasure that it was Mandy that Thomas was thinking of or th
