The Seventh SensePart 11
It was seven P.M. by the time we got back home and started putting our new bed together. I’d forgotten about sheets, but we had enough flat sheets for other size beds to cover the mattress. At least for one night. We’d eaten at an Arby’s on the way back home from turning the truck in. I hadn’t felt his hands on me all afternoon, and I hadn’t asked him about it because all that would do was bring attention to the issue. Now, though, I could ask him. “Did it work?” he asked, when I brought it...