Reading for Monday 3/11/08
When Rachel and I were going out, we lived in different cities – actually, we never really lived less than 14 hours apart up until a few months before we got married. So the idea of one year apart doesn’t seem huge.
But then again, this is one year without much contact, except for the odd letter. (It might have been far easier, what with international phone cards, email, Skype, etc.)
But the reversion to formality on Andrei’s part is a bit strange. Rather than thinking of himself as an engaged man, he seems to want to think of himself as a single guy with a potential fianceé. Not something I’d recommend to most engaged people, but this is Andrei . . .
What I do feel sorry for is poor old Natasha, stuck in the middle. She’s the one who has to just grin and bear this, and had no say in the matter at all.
But still, by the end of the chapter, two weeks into the separation thing, she seems to be doing okay.