After intercourse, Roger would recount memories he’d long buried, breathe secrets he’d long protected.
Perhaps unaware that he was even verbalizing, Roger would stumble along an endorphin-drunk stream of consciousness until falling asleep, invariably within three minutes or less. For 29 years now, Helen had witnessed this reportage, never sure what she was going to hear next. But it always made her smile. For her, this was the climax.
If questioned the next morning, would Roger remember these recollections? Or realize he had said a single word? Helen would never dream of asking. Some mysteries are too good to solve.
Perhaps unaware that he was even verbalizing, Roger would stumble along an endorphin-drunk stream of consciousness until falling asleep, invariably within three minutes or less. For 29 years now, Helen had witnessed this reportage, never sure what she was going to hear next. But it always made her smile. For her, this was the climax.
If questioned the next morning, would Roger remember these recollections? Or realize he had said a single word? Helen would never dream of asking. Some mysteries are too good to solve.
