ABSTRACT
Many thoughts are jumbled about in Martin Luther King’s mind, from his work in the Church, to his ongoing dissertation, to his involvement with civil rights organizations, to being attentive to his young, attractive wife. A few rooms away, his wife was sleeping under a blue corduroy bedspread. For an instant he thought of giving up work for the night and climbing into sheets warmed by her body, curling up beside this heartbreakingly beautiful and very understanding woman, a graduate of the New England Conservatory of Music, who had sacrificed her career back east in order to follow him into the Deep South. To the right of that, his eyes tracked bright yellow slices of pineapple from Hawaii, truffles from England and a half-eaten Mexican tortilla. Martin took a step back, cocking his head to one side, less hungry now than curious about what his wife had found at public market, and stacked inside their refrigerator without telling him.
