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old linen is invaluable

Over the next few days you try and push the men to the back of your head, you must, for you’ll be swamped by anxiety if you don’t. You’ve got to get yourself in order; you’ve acted appallingly and it’s time to stop the silliness, to tackle your regular life. You book a massage, facial, pedicure. Scrub the flat. Ring some old girlfriends, make dates for coffees and movies and lunch. Clear a space in the study for your laptop and books: you’ve never, yet, bothered to do that.

You throw out your pill packet.

When you are ready, when the idea of sex doesn’t fill you with dread, you ask your husband to dip his tongue inside you and to curl it round your clitoris; it has taken you four years to ask him to do this, to ask him to do anything specific that you’d like.

I love those books, he says.

He parts your legs and puts his tongue between them and you turn to the windows and stretch your arms above your head and float on your back: Cole knows, now, that he must focus on your clit to pleasure you, he must wake it up. And on a drizzly winter Sunday you stay in bed for most of the day as if you’ve both never been married or never preferred sleep. His fingers run over your skin like a slow trickle of water and you curl and doze and kiss and nuzzle into the gathering dark and at the end of it you lie quietly and listen to his deep, regular breathing and fall into his sleeping.