t me down。 I don't need your help。〃
He dropped her on the bed。 〃Don't worry。 I'm not doing you any favors。
I'm thinking of me。 You were sleeping in my chair。〃
Before she could begin to call him out； he pivoted and left； slamming
the door behind him。
Sunday brought more of the same。 On the plus side； the weather was
grand； crisp and clear once the early…morning fog lifted。 Having slept
her fill； Anne was up early； putting on her own pot of coffee to assure
herself a cup to her liking； before showering and dressing。 The door to
the attic remained closed。 If Mitch was still asleep； he slept soundly。
Everything overhead was silent。
After breakfast； she rewalked yesterday's route； this time extending it
to the brook that babbled down the far hillside。 In keeping with the nip
in the air； the first of the birch leaves were starting to yellow。 The
sun picked them out from the rest and added a glow。
Removing her sneakers； she rolled up her jeans and； where the water was
shallow； waded across flat granite boulders。 It was the kind of thing
she and Jeff would have done。 Now she was alone； yet strangely peaceful。
Enjoying herself； she leaped lightly from stone to stone。
Returning invigorated to the house； she tackled the first of the papers
she had to translate； making good headway with the English…to…Spanish
piece until her stomach grumbled。