[ A beautiful woman who moves like a shadow, who says she can run as fast as a car, who eludes his own peculiar version of "sight." She is right beside him, but he feels as if there's no "there" there.
... yes, being a servant must be indeed very dull for her. The question is, why is she here? He'd ask, but that heavy silence is heavy.
He waits for her to pour the tea. He finds the sugar bowl without much difficulty. In the heavy silence, he adds sugar lumps: one two three four five... And then, by accident, he discovers also the custard creams. The pads of his fingers brush across the whorled surface of the biscuit. ]
Well, that's not uncommon, not remembering.
[ He bites into it. Crisp biscuit and sweet cream. It's a small, kind gesture. Enough to make him ask a different question, one he'd been keeping away from: ]
But it's too bad, because I'd wanted to ask...
This "someone important" you spoke of earlier: was this person here with you, when you were here before?
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[ A beautiful woman who moves like a shadow, who says she can run as fast as a car, who eludes his own peculiar version of "sight." She is right beside him, but he feels as if there's no "there" there.
... yes, being a servant must be indeed very dull for her. The question is, why is she here? He'd ask, but that heavy silence is heavy.
He waits for her to pour the tea. He finds the sugar bowl without much difficulty. In the heavy silence, he adds sugar lumps: one two three four five... And then, by accident, he discovers also the custard creams. The pads of his fingers brush across the whorled surface of the biscuit. ]
Well, that's not uncommon, not remembering.
[ He bites into it. Crisp biscuit and sweet cream. It's a small, kind gesture. Enough to make him ask a different question, one he'd been keeping away from: ]
But it's too bad, because I'd wanted to ask...
This "someone important" you spoke of earlier: was this person here with you, when you were here before?