January 4th, 1891 — After Dinner — Crouch Home, Swallowbury
The tension from their last argument hadn't resolved or lessened in the weeks since he'd walked out of the dining room — it had just shifted from place to place, the constant elephant in the room. Melody had put up a good show of cheer at Christmas, thankfully, and Ben had done his best as well, though Aldous and Roman must have noticed they didn't talk to each other the entire day. Silence reigned in the house. The question lingered in the air, still unanswered. They couldn't get divorced, he kept telling himself. He could think of a million reasons why it wasn't feasible, both from his perspective and from hers — but the longer the silence stretched on, the more he found thoughts intruding on him. Memories of what his life had been like before he'd been married. Fantasies about what he might be able to do if he were unburdened once again. He'd talked about portkeys with Art on New Year's Eve — the only thing standing between him and that sort of release was the respectable veneer he was trying to maintain for Melody's sake. He did so much for Melody's sake, and at moments like this it was hard to see what, if anything, he got for his efforts.
They couldn't go on just not talking about it, he knew, because they were incapable of talking about anything else while it lurked in the back of both of their minds. It was going to be quite obvious to everyone that they were unhappy very soon, if it wasn't already, and then all of the things their marriage was supposed to provide her — security, safety, freedom from gossips — would crumble.
After a silent dinner, Ben had taken a bottle to his bedroom — liquid courage — so when he came downstairs and found her in the parlor, he was already slightly buzzed.
"So are we doing this, or not?" he asked, taking a seat in the chair farthest from where she was sitting and eyeing her levelly.
Melody Crouch
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