All the lights were out in the big family house and snow covered the grounds, including the aged trees, the rusting gate, and the dignified monuments of the family crypts where 12 generations of the Barrow family slept. His heart pounded until he feared it would pop. Sex Now it had wilted, just like her. “Come…where?”
“Does it matter?” said Aurelia, drawing herself around him tighter. When he finally came to the last mausoleum, nothing was out of place. Be mine. He walked up and down the rows, as if inspecting them. And then, for a heart-stopping second, as he stood and dusted snow off of himself, Thomas imagined he DID see a woman after all. Thomas lay asleep under many winter blankets, his brow furrowed, as if worried by his dreams. “Nothing matters to you except for our love?”
“Absolutely,” Thomas said, this time more sincerely. She was also someone he’d throw away a million times if Aurelia told him to. Young or old, short or tall, fat or thin, each face had a distinct and unmistakable Barrowness about it. But he knew the answer: He’d expected to find Aurelia here. You should rest.”
“If you’re sure?” Beth said, lingering over the last word. Here, instead of deserted rooms, he found a little place with a fire, a table, chairs, a bed, and pitchers and
