Jeremy asks. Lips pursed, I nod, while remembering how, this morning, I woke up with the front of my body pressed against Dolores. I must have turned in the middle of the night and, in my sleep, searched for more comfort, my sleeping body believing I was throwing my arms around Ian. “I agree that it’s marginally better than sleeping pills, Sophie, but before you know it, it will be a thing you can no longer do without. You can’t sleep in Dolores’ bed forever.” “Is that advice or judgment?” Jeremy cocks his head. “Have you ever known me to judge?” “It’s basically how you make a living.” My reply is snippier than I want it to be. “I may judge others, but never you, my dear, cranky friend.” “I’m sorry. I’ve been feeling so restless the past few days.” “Of course you have. You’re bored, sweetie. You need to do something with all this time you have on your hands.” “You might be right, old wise man.” I nod. “A lady of leisure, I am not.” I must have written Ian twenty letters by now, all written by hand, then copied onto my computer, stored in a folder named Letters to my dead boyfriend.
What do You think about In The Distance There Is Light?
