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Grazing a Meadow
The room did not have the right feel to it. There was emptiness without Puppe. The dust she vibrated aloft had settled to the floor. He stood before the big panoramic window in what had been her room. The mountainscape filled the expanse. It reflected upon the surface of the hot tub. The tub where a nervous and slightly drunk Séverine first revealed herself. It was only a few days ago, but time had passed like wind through the gulf of a mountain valley.
Reminded of Eve’s inopportune departure, he said aloud, “Perhaps there is time?”
Before the question could be answered, there was a rapid knock at the door.
Withdrawing, he hurried out of the room.
“Good morning, Mireille. Come in, come in.”
“I hope I’m not disturbing you,” she said, giving the room an exaggerated look left and right, as if preparing to be surprised at what, or who might be found within.
“No, please. Would you like a coffee? I can turn the machine on.”
“I am already jittery from too much caffeine this morning. In fact, my back teeth are floating. Might I use the restroom?”
“You know the way.”
“Bubble water would be good, if you don’t mind.”
The bathroom door closed while he went to the kitchen. Two glasses were poured. He became fascinated watching bubbles form on the side of the glass, growing rapidly before the inevitable departure. Memory surfaced of awaking in bed not alone, realizing sleepily there was a female form laying against him exploring his curves by light touch.
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