The Sender Of Letters

The Sender of Letters"All right!" She said. "Feel better tonight. I'll try to do the same.""We'll both try," her husband said dryly, and she stood holding the door open for him. Within herself Sheila felt the quarrel reaching the point of fire again, anguish and hatred, then pure bright contempt, simply because his hasty unhappy breakfast had left a smudge of soft-boiled egg in the corner of his mouth; but of course she said nothing; she was sorry, he was sorry; and...