

The Mourning Belly


Creating a tiny Japanese garden in pots and plastic tubs on the roof was, of course, a woman's idea. Graham, for his part, had no objection. He enjoyed watching dinner through the soft shadows cast by the candles on the table. They danced among the low treetops of the garden, unable to escape beyond its boundaries. The patch of candlelit table was submerged in the impenetrable night. It all started