Saturdays at the library have become quiet since spring has arrived, at least when the sun is shining. Everyone wants to be outside at the market, and nobody stops in to warm themselves on the way to or from it.
And so I am surprised when the door opens, and even more so when I see who is entering. "Wanda!"
It's the first time I've seen her since my wedding. I'm ashamed to think it, but I have been avoiding her. What do I say to her? I cannot ask 'how is your husband?' I cannot say 'please, get away from him!' I cannot do anything, for fear of drawing the attention of that thing that has captured her…
"How are you?" I decide on, in the end. It is more than a pleasantry. Far more. I glance up and down, seeing if there are any signs of harm on her, any changes besides the fact that she has had the baby - and oh goodness, there is the baby in the basket!
"Oh my, is that Rose?" The words fly out of my mouth before I can call them back, and the delight in them has a ring of truth, for she really is a darling little baby.
And the poor thing will need all the love and delight that she can have, with the father that she has.
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Date: 2011-08-22 01:13 am (UTC)And so I am surprised when the door opens, and even more so when I see who is entering. "Wanda!"
It's the first time I've seen her since my wedding. I'm ashamed to think it, but I have been avoiding her. What do I say to her? I cannot ask 'how is your husband?' I cannot say 'please, get away from him!' I cannot do anything, for fear of drawing the attention of that thing that has captured her…
"How are you?" I decide on, in the end. It is more than a pleasantry. Far more. I glance up and down, seeing if there are any signs of harm on her, any changes besides the fact that she has had the baby - and oh goodness, there is the baby in the basket!
"Oh my, is that Rose?" The words fly out of my mouth before I can call them back, and the delight in them has a ring of truth, for she really is a darling little baby.
And the poor thing will need all the love and delight that she can have, with the father that she has.