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this were a special theater in a special new time.
«What am I doing here?» he said. She turned. «Once we used to know. Now we don't. Come along.» She gestured and patted his side of the bed.
He rounded the bed. «I feel silly.»
«You have to feel silly just so you can feel better.» She pointed at the bed.
He got in and put his head on the properly plumped pillow and folded the sheets neatly over his chest and clasped his hands on the sheets. «Does this look right?» he asked.
«Perfect. Now.»
She put out the light and slid in on her side and took one of his hands and lay back perfectly straight and neat on her pillow. «Feeling tired, feeling sleepy?»
«Enough,» he said.
«All right, then. Be serious now. Don't say anything. Just think. You know what.»
«I know.»
«Shut your eyes now. There. Good.» She shut her own and they lay there, with just their hands clasped and nothing in the room now that stirred save their breathing. «Take a breath,» she whispered. He took a breath. «Now exhale.» He exhaled. She did the same.
«Now,» she murmured. «Begin.» She whispered.
Thirty seconds ticked by on their watches.
«Are you wishing?» she asked softly, at last.
«Wishing,» he said, just as softly.
«Good,» she whispered. And then: «Good night.»
Perhaps a minute later, his quiet voice, inaudible, moved in the dark room:
«Goodbye.»
He awoke for no reason except that he had had a dream that the earth had shrugged, or an earthquake had happened ten thousand miles away that no one felt, or that there had been a second Annunciation but everyone was deaf, or perhaps it was only that the moon had come into the room during the night and changed the shape of the room and changed the looks on their faces and the flesh on their bones and now had stopped so abruptly that the quick silence had stirred his eyes wide. In the moment of opening, he knew the streets were dry, there had been no rain. Only, perhaps, some sort of crying.
And, lying there, he knew that somehow the wish had been granted.
He didn't know it immediately, of course. He sensed and guessed it because of an incredible new warmth in the room, nearby, which came from the lovely woman lying by his side.
The sureness, the regularity, the serene rise and fall of her breathing told him more. A spell had arrived, resolved itself, and passed straight on into truthful existence while she slept. Celebration was in her blood now, even though she was not awake to know it. Only her dream knew, and whispered it every time she exhaled.
He rose up onto his elbow, afraid to trust his intuition.
He bent to look at that face, more beautiful than he had ever known it.
Yes, the sign was there. The absolute certainty was there. The peace was there. The sleeping lips smiled. If her eyes had opened, they would have been blazing with light.
Wake up, he wanted to say. I know your happiness. Now you must discover it. Wake up.
He reached to touch her cheek but pulled his hand away. Her eyelids moved. Her mouth opened.
Quickly, he turned and lay huddled over on his side of the bed and waited.
After a long while, he heard her sit up. Then, as if struck a lovely blow, she exclaimed something, cried out, reached over, touched him, found him asleep, and sat beside him, discovering what he already knew.
He heard her get up and run around the room like a bird wishing to be free. She came and kissed him on the cheek, went away, came back, kissed him again, laughed softly, then went off quickly into the sitting room. He heard her dialing long distance and shut his eyes, tightly.
«Robert?» her voice said, at last. «Bob? Where are you? Silly. Stupid of me. I
«Something happened,» he whispered.
«Yes.»
«The wish. It came true.»
«Isn't it incredible? Impossible, but it did! Why? How?»
«Because both of us believed,» he said, quietly. «I wished very hard, for you.»
«And I for you. Oh, Lord, isn't it wonderful that both of us could shift at the same time, move, change, all in a night? Otherwise, it would be terrible wouldn't it, if just one changed and the other 3 left behind?»
«Terrible,» he admitted.
«Is it really a miracle?» she asked. «Did we wish hard enough and someone or something or God heard us and lent us back our old loves to warm us and tell us to behave, we might never have another wish or another chance again, is that it?»
«I don't know. Do you?»
«Or was it just our secret selves knowing the time was over, a new time had come, and time for us to both turn around and go, is that the real truth?»
«All I know is I heard you on the phone just now. When you're gone, I'll call Anne.»
«Will you?»
«I will.»
«Oh, Lord, I'm so happy for you, for me, for us!»
«Get out of here. Go. Get. Run. Fly away home.»
She jumped to her feet and banged at her hair with a comb and gave up, laughing. «I don't care if I look funny?»
«Beautiful,» he corrected.
«Beautiful to you, maybe.»
«Always and forever.»
She came and bent down and kissed him and
«Is this our last kiss?»
«Yes.» He thought about it. «The last.»
«One more, then.»
«Just one.»
She held his face in her hands and stared into it.
«Thanks for your wish,» she said.
«Thanks for
«You calling Anne right now?»
«Now.»
«Best to Anne.»
«Best to Bob. God love you, dear lady. Goodbye.»
She was out the door and in the next room and the outside door shut and the hotel suite was very quiet. He heard her footsteps fade a long way off in the hall toward the elevator.
He sat looking at the phone but did not touch it.
He looked in the mirror and saw the tears beginning to stream unendingly out of his eyes.
«You, there,» he said to his image. «You. Liar.» And again: «Liar!»
And he turned and lay back down in the bed and put one hand out to touch that empty pillow there.
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