He’d slept all afternoon, right through the evening meal. She was thankful he was still cool to the touch, and knew sleep was the best thing for him, yet she wanted him to wake, just to make sure he was indeed all right. The yearnings she’d had earlier were still with her, too, those of lying down beside him, and that’s why she took out the photo, embracing the memories it evoked. They were both smiling in the picture. Taken on their wedding day. A glorious day for sure. He was well-known in Chicago, and though the event—another fairy tale—had come about quickly, many people had attended the ceremony. Her dress had been beautiful. White silk overlaid with lace and fastened up the back with pearl buttons, and store-bought from an expensive boutique. He’d insisted upon that, and had attended the fittings with her, making sure it was perfect. What she was remembering now was how he’d taken it off her. So tenderly. He’d introduced her to the love shared between a man and woman that night, and their commitment and adoration had grown in the weeks following.
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