Meredith had never been so happy in all her life, or so miserable. She often awakened in the middle of the night and wept silent tears, knowing the sands of her happiness were slowly sifting away. She didn’t question his decision to leave anymore. In a way, she understood. But she didn’t want to put a damper on the little time they had left, so Meredith tried to put on a cheerful face even as she was self-destructing inside. With increasingly exposed nerves, she walked a tightrope whenever in Rolf’s company. “Was I wrong to have forced you into this?” Rolf asked as he pulled her closer into the cradle of his arms. They were lying side by side on the sofa. Thea had gone to the mall for some Sunday afternoon hanging-out with girlfriends she’d met in the neighborhood. Dog snored contentedly in the corner on his very own bed furs. “Watching the zillionth episode of Home Improvement? Yes, you were wrong. Tsk-tsk,” she tutted, pointing at the TV screen where Tim Taylor was explaining to his wife Jill why big breasts were God-given male magnets.
