Lost

positivism repeatedly saying Yes, which had inspired him to delve into the mind of his character Molly, and hadn’t she originally been inspired by his Nora? Why did she constantly put the lie to all he was attempting to do?

She was wearing a brown suit-like garment which she had tried to brighten up with a little orange faux silk scarf. So she had been out shopping or getting the post.

He realized she would be indignant having to dress so meanly in the fashion capitol of the world, something that rarely crossed his mind, but did now as he looked at her.

Nora was an earthy individual. That was something they shared. It was what had brought them together back in 1904. Now, after almost eighteen years with him, through good times and bad, mostly mediocre, and poor, and the children with their health and mental problems, she was looking more like him, and in so becoming, they seemed to be growing apart. They had come to a fork in their road and more often than not love talk turned to quibbling. He longed for the days when he could write her wicked letters and the both of them would reread them later and become randy all over again.