The Marriage Bed

October 5

Wednesday, 1 a.m.

Tonight I have bruises on my arm. Jeff has just left me. I no longer believe he is the same man I married.

The brother is locked in his study, drinking. His face is the twin of Jeff’s, and sometimes I catch him watching me with the eyes of the man I love. But I cannot tell surely.

Someone in this great cliff house is playing a hideous game with me. I begin to think it is more than a game.

I begin to think of insanity.