title: The Widow's Coat
author: Miriam Sagan
description: "Miriam Sagan has written the shrewd, funny, unbearable 'language of grief' in its quicksilver and shiver...an elegaic, wild dance." -- <i>Rebecca Sieferle, author of <i>Bitters</i></i><br /><br />"[She] eulogizes and exalts...we touch extreme experience and are uplifted by her ability to transform through poetry and love." -- <i>Joan Logghe, author of <i>Sofia</i></i><br /><br />... an elegiac and wild dance with the knives of love and longing on the very threshold of being. -- <i>Rebecca Sieferle, author of <i>Bitters</i></i><br /><br />When the worst befalls the best, sometimes amazed music occurs. Miriam Sagan eulogizes and exalts ... -- <i>Joan Logghe, author of <i>Sofia</i></i>
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  Suddenly, strong arms pulled her back, slamming her against a rock-hard chest.
  
  
  Rhys held her against him, his arms encircling her, as the carriage thundered
  past, making the ground tremble beneath the horse’s powerful hooves.
  
  
  Helene’s senses seemed to come alive at the moment. The fright at almost being
  run down. The glory of being held by him. “Rhys,” she whispered.
  
  
  He abruptly released her. “Take more care, Helene,” he said gruffly.
  
  
  He blamed her? She had not seen the carriage coming. No one could have.
  
  
  He seized her arm and led her across the street, letting go of her the minute
  they were on the pavement again. What? Did he think she could not safely cross
  a street now?
  
  
  Madame Desmet was several paces ahead of them. Helene glanced at Rhys, whose
  expression seemed to have soured.
  
  
  Had touching her been that abhorrent to him? Even to save her life? Helene
  felt tears of anger sting her eyes. She blinked them aw