Friday, Sept. 07, 2007 7:18 pm
By The Window
I'm unsettled in my new flat. I may move. I want to put down roots but I can't.
Late at night the noises from outside strike me as an unpleasant reminder of something I am trying to forget. I find it hard to concentrate on any one thing, and even listening to music is becoming tiresome.
Today M. noticed water falling down past the window. 'It's raining,' she joked, then became puzzled and went to look. 'Come and see.' We stood together by the window, staring up at the dripping air-conditioner.
Last night she said her husband would be tired of waiting, would have driven off with another girl. So what, I thought. 'Don't think like that,' I said.