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...morning. Her hands shook. She had been worrying the hem of her dress with what remained of her fingernails.The cause of her distress was no mystery. Each morning, for five days, she had found an excuse to visit the stables. And each morning, upon her arrival, she found her husband Frederick already there, discussing details of the upcoming harvest with The Stable Boy. The fact that she could not ascribe these coincidences to anything more than bad luck did not improve Felicity’s mood.And what was worse, as her own frustration intensified with each passing day, Frederick seemed...
...husband rises early each morning and goes downstairs to read the newspaper. I scrunch deeper under the comforter, squeezing out more dreams. Until a few months ago, my three-pound boy dog would dance on my face to waken me. Now his two-pound sister, who is also bereft, lies quietly on my chest. If I don't stir, she licks my nostrils as gentle reveille...
Every morning, the water looks different, glassy or choppy, sapphire-colored or muddy gray. One day, we saw a glinting spot of water as long as a rich man's yacht. My husband and I asked, What's that? A school of golden fish? It was the sun angled just so. The next time we saw it, we forgot and said, What's that...
Egrets, pelicans, and scrub jays fly by, turkey vultures too. In the fall, cyclones of geese and ducks circle the harbor. In the summer, hummingbirds sidle up to the windowpane. Every morning I hear the grinding of coffee. Its scent rises as my husband climbs the stairs. He hands me my morning mug, and we do our ritual. "What do you say?" he asks. "Thank you," I answer, and he receives his kiss. There have been days when I awake confused because it is quiet and the smell of the house is of unstirred air. And then I remember that...
There's nothing particularly fantastical about Meyer's life. She grew up in Phoenix, the daughter of a CFO at a contracting firm, and went to Brigham Young University, where she met her husband, an accountant named Christian who goes by "Pancho." They got married at 21 and have three sons. They still live just outside Phoenix in a town called Cave Creek, in a large modern house guarded by towering saguaro cacti. Smart, funny and cheery, Meyer does not seem noticeably undead in person. An observant Mormon, she doesn't drink alcohol and has never seen an R-rated...