A beautiful bed. A work of art, adorned with French cane, with history too. Her mother, aunt and uncle were conceived and born in it. Her grandmother died in it. Nonetheless, this heirloom, won’t be welcome here.
My wife is a most honest person. She struggles with untruths. But every time she arrived back from a date, she was forced to stand at the foot of the bed for detailed maternal interrogation on what she did, and more importantly, what her dates had done.
Standing at the end of the bed where her parents lay, she was forced to lie.