I want you to see my face when I tell you this...
Shouldn't we keep the lights off?
I've been looking for an apartment and I've found one. It's nobody's fault.
She turned on the lights and sat down again.
She set her plate aside and clasped her hands on the table.
They'd been through enough. She needed some time alone. The apartment was on Beacon Hill, so she could walk to work. She had signed the lease that night before coming home.
She wouldn't look at him, but he stared at her. It was obvious that she'd rehearsed the lines.
All this time she'd been looking for an apartment, testing the water pressure, asking a Realtor if heat and hot water were included in the rent. It sickened Shukumar, knowing that she had spent these past evenings preparing for a life without him.
He was relieved and yet he was sickened. This was what she'd been trying to tell him for the past four evenings. This was the point of her game.