Chapter 5
It always felt strange to sleep in someone else’s house.
Christmas at Judy’s was a family tradition. Ruth might even have welcomed the getaway if it wasn’t for one inescapable factor: she had to sleep with her husband. Judy always billeted them together because it seemed only natural that a husband and wife of twenty-odd years should sleep in the same bed. Judy wouldn’t know better.
Ruth loved her sisters, loved her mother, too. They were close, but not overly so. On speaking terms and free to rely on each other for certain things. They could discuss general matters, but nothing too sordid. Nothing too personal. Nothing about marriage beds... and certainly nothing that happened beyond that realm. They’d never been the sort of family to talk about s*x, even as adults.
