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“Sure, sometimes.”
“You want to know what I pray?”
“What?”
“I tell God that I’d trade all the rest of my life–every day that I have left–for just one hour in her arms, knowing she loves me again. His wife was self-centered and uncaring of his feelings, and she had a cruel, withholding streak: when she discovered something that he liked in the bedroom, she’d never do it again. He squeezed her breasts, gently, and she gasped. “You’re supposed to love ME, not THAT,” she’d say. Finally, there came a small silence, when they had run out of small talk. He was free. And then he just sat and stared into space for a while. He could always pass it off as a joke. Oh, my God, he thought. He tried to remain friends with Carol. Charlie. “I would do anything for you,” he said. “I can’t believe you’re really here,” he said, and more than once. He could only nod, and then he said, “I haven’t heard her voice for–” He thought. He found himself in tears through half the picture, and weeping like an abandoned child at the end.
