... perhaps grief is as much regret for what we have never had as sorrow for what we have lost.
-- David Nicholls, Us
... perhaps grief is as much regret for what we have never had as sorrow for what we have lost.
Whatever the case, Scheherazade had a gift for telling stories that touched the heart. No matter what sort of story it was, she made it special. Her voice, her timing, her pacing were all flawless. She captured her listener's attention, tantalized him, drove him to ponder and speculate, and then, in the end, gave him precisely what he'd been seeking.
'Everything's fine,' I said. 'Probably just air in the water pipes.'
'What are you talking about?' said Connie, sitting up now.
'It's fine. No sign of burglars.'
'I didn't say anything about burglars. I said I think our marriage has run its course. Douglas, I think I want to leave you.'
I sat for a moment on the edge of our bed.
'Well at least it's not burglars,' I said ...