And then she pounced on him, tumbling him to the pillow-strewn floor and tearing at his clothes. Once, long ago, clothing was considered valuable and was treated with caution at times like these. We are well rid of those days, I believe.
I do not understand what has happened, cannot grasp the complex emotional shifts that have taken place here tonight. But I know that what’s happened is good, and that it will bring nothing but goodness upon all of us. This thought fills me with joy and confidence.
I do not want Chuck and Lucy to feel themselves observed or intruded upon; a good house knows when to butt out. I let the music taper to silence, and then turn off my cameras and microphones, and let my mind itself slip away, to dream of domestic things.