We drove to the DIY store as a whole family. Flowers. Tiles. Screws to fix the sun lounger. On the trampolines my wife had the diamond round her neck. Worth thousands. She jumped as though it were not there. And at some point I stopped caring about that diamond. Not as a decision. Not as a resolution. It simply stopped. She is the diamond. She is the thing I am supposed to be guarding. That sentence came by itself and stayed with me for the rest of the day. I fed her cheesecake on the trampolines. Jan reminded me of it afterwards, smiling. It
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