He fears she is cold, colder than he is in his lowly bungalow, and alone, lonelier than he is in his isolation, and in a black void — at least he can turn on a light.
Category: WIDOWER
Everything is the way she left it
The red coat she wore on the last day of her life is still in the closet. And her jackets and dresses. Her shoes and boots. Her blouses and other garments are in the chest of drawers.