"Areyme?"
"Yeah!Betyoutwentybucksyoudon’tdare．"
"Iwillifweallgotogether.”
"Whatd’yaguyssay?Shallwe?"
Dimitriughedhystericallywiththem．Thefireofyouthseemedtoburnoncemoreinhimayoungandstrongagain．
"Whatifmyeyesarepainful?”hethought.“Itwon’tstforever!Thatisn’tenoughtokeepmedown.”Withthespiritichero,heshavedanddressedtokeephisappoiwithDr.ElinaGelbart．
Reinginherrogchair,NovelSilkiseseemedtohavethoughtofalotofthings,butthenitalsoseemedthathermindwasabnkandfocusedonnothing．Frtillnightshesattherewwhytheskiesturnedfrhttodark．Timedidnotrunonaspecificschedule．Actually，therewasnoobjectivestandardtogoby．Alldependedonhowthefleshbodywasused．Whenthebodytbusy,timeflewlikeafleetingarrow；butwhenthefleshbodywasusedinastateofleisure,timesloweddownandmightseemedtoninterminably.Thereforemundanecalcutionofthehumanlifespanwasinaccurate．Timewasonlyafeeling，anobscureidea．Likefate，itwasaralstatebetweeentandent．Whenwerealizedthis，wecouldtrolthespeedoftimewithouremotions．Novelsuddenlyrecalledseeingawhitecloudattheerofherwindthedayandwonderedwhereithadfloatedto．Shefeltasthoughshewasthatcloud,floatingandsinkinginthewideexpaheseaoftime．
Stifffromsittinginthesamepositiontoolong，Novelyawnedandstretchedherselfzily．Herarmspausedinmidairwhehoughtofherhusband,Joshua,lyinginthatnarrowcoffinwithnospaoveabout,letaloretchhimselfwhecramped．Oh，howunfortablethatwas!EverySundaym，Joshuawouldsitontherogchairshewassittingonnow，smokinghispipeandgazingatthebeautifulndscapedgardenoutside．Nowhecouldnolongersmokeinthatnarrowcoffin，howcouldhestanditwhenhisyearningforasmokecameoverhim?Shehadinsistedonopeningthegsscoverofthecoffinthtentheerofhisshirtcolr,whichhappeobeslightlycurledup，undoubtedlyduetothecarelessnessofthecaretaker．Novelknewherhusbandwasmeticulousabouteverythingtothemidetail,awouldpiquehimtolieforeverinhiscoffininsuchashirt．Otherwisehewouldeventrytoclimboutofhiscoffinandstraightenhisruffledshirtbeforelyingbackagain．Joshuawouldfeeluneasyafulifthecreaseofhispantsweren’tstraight．Ifhishandkerchiefwasn’tcarefullyironedandproperlyfolded，he’drathergowithoutohecashinhiswallethadtobeironedandsedthateachbillexactlyfacedthesameway．Ifohemwereoutoforderorpcedupsidedown,hewouldfeelreallyirritated．Joshualivedinaworldboundedbyinvisibleandinnumerablerulesandpatterns,whichshapedtheinflexibilityofhischaracter．Evenhissexlifewasregutedandungeable，scheduledpunctuallyforeverySaturdaynight．HislovemakingandforepyweresoinvariableaablethatNovelfelthiscaressinghandoverherbodywaslikeaboredbus-drivergoingonhisroutie，alwaysuinglyonschedule.Butlifewithhimgaveherasenseofsecurity．Cuddledinhisarms,herheadonhisbroadshoulders,shesleptpeacefullylikeabeewhichhadflownintoapinkflower,snugglingwithinitspetalsanddrinkinghohroughits"needle"．Ah，nomore!NomorecouldJoshuasecretehoney．Shecouldnolongersuckoutsweethoneyfromhisbody．
Thehousethoughluxuriouswasold，sothefloorcreakedasMarshapuffedupthestairsandkhebedroomdoor．
"Novelhoney,I’vemadeyouyourfavoritebeefstewandboiledonion．Youhaveenallday．edownandhavesomedinner.”Inthedarkness,Novelwasstartledbythesoundofastomachgrowling．AtfirstshethoughtitwasJoshua’sstomach,butthensherealizeditwasherown．Livehumanstomaeededtodigestfood．
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