‘You would
know more of me?’
‘I would know everything about you,’ Gerald told her, his tone at once
provocative and inviting. She remained for some seconds crouching at the fender, poker in hand. And she would have rushed to him, if she
had not been forcibly withheld by her son. He waited for hours after
dusk but she never arrived. I am up to the ears in it all—
every moment I can spare. A
familiar ache of wanting made itself more insistent in her
belly. I think over all sorts of things. I’d do anything, Vee. Annabel shines like a star in the darkness,
Rosamund queens it a rose, deep rose;
But the lady I love is like sunshine in April weather,
She gleams and gladdens, she warms—and goes. ‘Alors, pig!’ she cried and lunged in quarte. I never intended it
to be anything but a short story, for I had never
completed even the shortest of stories unless forced
to in grammar school.
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