A magical rain had begun to fall.
We floated home like two blessed
spirits. Vivienne smirked broadly when
she greeted us. Our intimacy was written
in bold italics. Look, you’re all wet, you
two. I’ll put on some tea, whilst you both
dry yourselves, Vivienne fussed. Laura
glowed. She went to the cupboard to
fetch towels. She dried her auburn hair
vigorously. My heart thumped wildly
in its cage. The tea was sweet, reviving.
This had been a momentous day. I felt
like being reckless, inappropriate. I
swigged my hot beverage, and smiled.