All Our Dreams

Too many of those mornings were lost to rain. Jenny stood at the window, looking out each morning as though she was seeing portents in the falling rain. She would turn back to look at me, as I waited for her to come back to bed, as if the world outside were my fault.

But, then, recently she does wear the expression of a woman living with a man who has disappointed her in some way.

I know how she feels.

This was not the life I expected to be living, either. When I was young, of course, I was g...