Chapter 20

Against my better judgment, I stayed back and continued to visit Marc at the hospital. Daily I spent an hour with him reading the 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 months of our marriage showing me tenderness, which I remembered with grief now. It was as if the moment we had spent together was embedded in his consciousness and he wanted nothing but to be with me but what an irony soon everything will be over. Once he gets better I will tell Cathy to book my tickets as I was missing Tio. And I am sure he wouldn't want to see me after recovering. But it was strange I thought walking out of the hospital one evening because his moods in the weeks before we went to Seychelles had been dark and brooding and one would have imagined that he would have gone back to the feelings he had then but he seemed to be the man she had first married a passion