Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter

Spring, Summer, Autumn, WinterHere I am, all alone. My husband has gone off to his office, without even saying goodbye, as he usually does. My son came and kissed and embraced me tenderly before going out with his fiancée to buy things for her trousseau. My daughter came in for a moment, paraded herself in front of me in a new dress and then went out with a girlfriend--or so she said. I am all alone and, strange to tell, as soon as I am alone I stop being the affectionate mother and wife, tirele...