It was astounding just how tired thinking about divorce could make you. Going back to bed, sounded like the best idea ever. And hopefully it would come without dreams.
Bill got to his feet along with Ginny, and stopped a moment to stretch and yawn. Proof that she had a very good idea. Then he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her in to kiss the top of her head.
Linked together, supporting each other, they moved to his bed room where Bill released his sister and dropped face down onto the bed. "I've washed the sheets," he said after a moment, "but they still smell like her."