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The Sacred and the Profane
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Hedidnotanswer;inamoment,heaskedcasually,"Whendidyoutakeavacationlast?"
"Ithinkitwastwo...no,threeyearsago."
"Whatdidyoudo?"
"WenttotheAdirondacksforamonth.Camebackinaweek."
"Ididthatfiveyearsago.OnlyitwasOregon."Helayflatonhisback,lookingattheceiling."Dagny,let’stakeavacationtogether.Let’stakemycaranddriveawayforafewweeks,anywhere,justdrive,downthebackroads,wherenooneknowsus.We’llleavenoaddress,wewon’tlookatanewspaper,wewon’ttouchaphone—wewon’thaveanyofficiallifeatall."
Shegotup.Sheapproachedhim,shestoodbythesideofthecouch,lookingdownathim,thelightofthelampbehindher;shedidnotwanthimtoseeherfaceandtheeffortshewasmakingnottosmile.
"Youcantakeafewweeksoff,can’tyou?"hesaid."Thingsaresetandgoingnow.It’ssafe.Wewon’thaveanotherchanceinthenextthreeyears."
"Allright,Hank,"shesaid,forcinghervoicetosoundcalmlytoneless.
"Willyou?"
"Whendoyouwanttostart?"
"Mondaymorning."
"Allright."
Sheturnedtostepaway.