He looks sad. Or maybe that's just how he looks when he isn't doing something else with his face.
Audrey NiffeneggerOutside it's a perfect spring night. We stand on the sidewalk in front of our apartment building, and Henry takes my hand, and I look at him, and I raise our joined hands and Henry twirls me around and soon we're dancing down Belle Plaine Avenue, no music but the sound of cars whoosing by and our own laughter, and the smell of cherry blossoms that fall like snow on the sidewalk as we dance underneath the tress.
Audrey NiffeneggerHe thanked her and left the house in the mood of a shipwrecked man who has allowed the rescue ship to pass him by.
Audrey NiffeneggerHe was not in the house. He did not come back that night. Days went by, and at last she understood that he would not return at all.
Audrey Niffenegger