Ivan's house had an unnatural stillness when we entered; it was empty except for the colossal amounts of clutterthe notebooks, the research documents, the charcoal drawings on derelict parchment paper. Ivan's brother Tom, who happened to be a good friend of mine, informed me that Ivan was interested in the ruins of some ancient Peruvian civilization. The floor was blanketed with a rabble of materials strewn everywherethings like blankets, scraps of paper, articles of clothing. It made me feel kind of sickcleaning this house was going to take more than a few hours.
Tom and I stepped carefully over the minefield of junk
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Ice Water: A Short Story
We had a relationship of mutual distrust. I'd leave the house to run to the hardware store, she'd text me, "Where are you??" I'd tell her of course, but she'd never respond directlysometimes I'd see her driving through the parking lot, looking for my car. I'm serious. And she was the agent of some actorwho wasn't married. I expected they would run away together. She must have hated me. I wished she would just leave, but I could never force her to go.
She is amazingly beautiful, though. Probably the only reason I fell in love with her. I was one of those naïve college idiots who believes things aren't bad when they are. She'd