not where she usually sat, however; she sat on
its foot and for a moment he saw only her solid, impervious back as she bent
over, as if to check on something. Paul had known writers who found it
impossible to write after so much as a minor marital spat, and he himself
usually found it impossible to write when upset.
And had her heart risen up when Misery told Ian she was
pregnant and Ian had crushed her to him, tears flowing from his eyes, muttering
"My dear, oh, my dear!
"The dreaded effword was out before he could help it, but this time it didnt seem to matter - she was looking at him respectfully, and with not a little awe.
"The dreaded effword was out before he could help it, but this time it didnt seem to matter - she was looking at him respectfully, and with not a little awe.