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297 pages, Kindle Edition
Published February 28, 2019



“You know, Mr. Whitmarsh, that a title was Granny's utmost aspiration for me. I'm certain her greatest regret is not having lived to see it for herself. Though it is a less than...solemn occasion.”

"It hadn't been delightful or pleasant or any of the other things she'd said. Why, it had been perfectly, disappointingly awful."


"She had assumed a common goal would unite them. Instead it seemed clear she was to have none of the comforts of marriage, neither the friend nor the sporting bedmate. The realization did not sit well."
"Irritatingly, as he worked, Ash found his thoughts wandering with a tiresome regularity to his wife and the expression on her face that night in the moonlit hallway....... He recalled the surprising heat of their encounter, and the sense of satisfaction that her disagreeable look had washed away. It was nothing, it was everything."
“I find I like the notion of nightly proximity to my wife. So much better than a cold, empty bed.”
“Do not be embarrassed. This is what our bodies were made for,” he said hoarsely."
“I am not decrepit yet. But a woman must, at a certain age, begin to…” She found herself unable to discuss the topic with him in detail, to her very great mortification. “There is only so much time. And I have always wanted children.” Wanted, longed for, yearned for, burned for."
“A child. I can give you a child,” he whispered into her hair, moving into her and with her, into oblivion."


"He and Honora had developed something that was like a friendship with lust. Was that what a successful marriage was? “We have formed a rather unique bond.”

