What I did miss, what I pined for, was affection. James had held my hand when we walked together, stopped to kiss my neck when he passed behind my chair, sometimes just wrapped his arms around me and gently held me next to him. I would relax my body against his and feel that I understood the true bond of marriage. George never touched me for anything but the relations. Not anything. It seemed to me that he went out of his way to keep from touching me.
