It happened on the twentieth morning. She woke, and he was not in the bed. She did not look for him. She knew where he was, or she thought she knew. He had been in the garden, or on the porch, or in the parlour, or in the part of the cottage that was the part of him that had begun to be a part of him that was not her. She got up. She put on her slippers. She went downstairs. The kitchen was not empty. A woman was sitting at the kitchen table. The woman was sitting in the third chair. The thi...