Against my better judgment, I stayed back and continued to visit Blake at the hospital. Daily I spent an hour with him reading newspaper to him seated by his bed, holding his hand, watching the mocking light come and go in his dark eyes when he looked at me. He teased me gently as he had done in those first month of our marriage showing me tenderness, which I remembered with grief now.
It was strange I thought walking out of the hospital one evening because his moods in the weeks before we went to Maldives had been dark and brooding and one would have imagined that he would have gone back to the feelings he had then but he seem to be the man she had first married a passionate and gentle lover. I was happy to be beside him taking care of him.
I had called Charles and as expected he
