[For Lee]
When one factored out the completely dysfunctional situation with the Master, Martha had never lived with a man she was seeing until she'd moved in with Lee. That made it a strange situation to begin with, and her natural restlessness only exacerbated it. That she wanted to be there wasn't in question, but instinct told her that being so stationary was unnatural. It was something she wrestled with, and it often pulled her out of bed at night to go sit out on the front steps or even just walk around the hut. The Master had never tried to correct these behaviors in her, and if anything had sought to maintain them, so Martha felt very much like she was at the beginning of a long battle to be something close to normal again.
Lee slept longer and more soundly than she did. It wasn't difficult to do. Martha remained fascinated by the very existence of him, by the fact that she shared a home and a bed with him, that it wasn't unusual to find her propped up on one arm, watching him get the rest she seemed incapable of. It had to be somewhere close to 2 AM, and she was doing it again, keeping time with the rise and fall of his chest, counting his downturned eyelashes.
Oh, she definitely had it bad. No doubt about that.
Lee slept longer and more soundly than she did. It wasn't difficult to do. Martha remained fascinated by the very existence of him, by the fact that she shared a home and a bed with him, that it wasn't unusual to find her propped up on one arm, watching him get the rest she seemed incapable of. It had to be somewhere close to 2 AM, and she was doing it again, keeping time with the rise and fall of his chest, counting his downturned eyelashes.
Oh, she definitely had it bad. No doubt about that.