Wouldn't ask, "Did you sleep well?"
And wouldn't receive a nonchalant grunt and, "You?"
"Same as always."
"The world's gone crazy," he said every day, looking over the pages of the paper, enraged by one thing or another in the world. "What happened to people?"
And Adrienne would nod assent.
Now, she would wake up, alone, in her bed that would lack the warm spot where Edgar had lain, still primly neat beside her. She simply didn't know what she was going to do with herself.