Poetry

 1 Mis|       the familiar echo of his wife’s footsteps. She had taken
 2 Mis|      his soul. He imagined his wife’s smooth hands washing the
 3 Mis| managed to confide them to his wife. She would be coming in
 4 Mis|      not only to his home, his wife and children but also to
 5 Mis|      in the hall. He heard his wife’s sweet voice as she talked
 6 Mis|  filled with a longing for his wife who was still at work with
 7 Mis|     was indeed Farouk with his wife. They had met two years
 8 Mis|        thought.~Farouk and his wife followed their hostess cheerfully
 9 Mis|        getting up to fetch his wife’s sweater from the hall. "
10 Mis|       day, isn’t it?" said his wife. "Such a shame to be indoors
11 Mis|    Farouk is a good soul," his wife interrupted. "He never says ‘
12 Mis|   looked up and glanced at his wife. There seemed to be a hint
13 Mis|       had complained about his wife. "They’re all the same,"
14 Mis|      day.~Martin turned to his wife to try to see what she was
15 Mis|       A man has to talk to his wife. A wife is a life-long companion.
16 Mis|     has to talk to his wife. A wife is a life-long companion.
17 Mis| life-long companion. Without a wife..."~"I don’t know what to
18 Mis|      head and observed how his wife held the tray. He suddenly
19 Mis|        about it might hurt his wife and destroy that beautiful
20 Mis|    looked up and smiled at his wife. Seated across from him,
21 Mis|      could see the back of his wife’s neck bent over the sink
22 Mis|      to be understood by one’s wife?" Martin wondered.~"I’ve