Two weeks ago, when he would not lie beside her, when she could not lie still because he could not lie beside her, she crawled on top of him, laying the length of her body out against the greater length of his. In her pain of what she couldn't have, she said, Maria Rose and Miranda used to lie like this. Body to body, eyes to eyes, their weight would comfort each other. The one in greater need got to be on the bottom, so that the other world was blocked from view.
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