He wasn’t a religious man. But lately, his marriage of twenty-three years had become a polite war of silences. His wife, Elaine, slept in the guest room. They hadn’t said “I love you” in eleven months.
He closed the book. Laughed dryly. Then read it again the next morning. The New Kind Of Love 6th Edition E.W. Kenyon 1969
She turned. Her eyes were red—onions or tears, he couldn’t tell. “Arthur, you haven’t touched me in a year.” He wasn’t a religious man