she imagined him coming through the front door and dropping his bags

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stay in one place. Movement seemed to be
　the only way she could stay ahead of her feelings. Late in the afternoon You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login, as dusk was beginning to dress the sky in faded shades of red and orange, she went outside and looked into those colors, trying to find the plane that Paul was on. The odds of seeing it were infinitesimal, but she stayed out anyway, growing chilled as the evening deepened. Between the clouds, she saw an occasional jet trail, but logic told her they were from planes stationed at the naval base in Norfolk. By the time she went in, her hands were numb, and at the sink she ran warm tap water over them, feeling the sting. Though she understood that he was gone, she set two place settings at the dinner table just the same.
　Part of her had hoped he would come back. As she ate her dinner, she imagined him coming through the front door and dropping his bags, explaining that he couldn't leave without another night together. They would leave tomorrow or the next day, he would say You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login, and they would follow the highway north, until she made the turn for home.
　But he didn't. The front door never swung open, the phone never rang. As much as Adrienne longed for him to stay You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login, she knew she'd been right when she'd urged him on his wayyilai：
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