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estdeus_innobisMonday 22nd February, sunset, the cafe
It's been the kind of weather that could trick a body into thinking it was spring. Mild enough to be April, and bright sunshine gleaming on the snowdrops in the park. At lunchtime I walked around the park, turning my face up to the sun. Of course going through the park made me think about the baby Glass and I found. I wonder - part of me can't help wondering if it was Benedict Donner who did that. It seems more savage; what happened to Vale was - so careful. Cold. Julian was torn up by an animal. It scares me that whoever did that is possibly still in town. At least Mr Donner -
I didn't want to think about that, so I turned back to Main Street, and back in the bustle of things my good mood returned. The store was pretty busy this afternoon, so I ended up helping out Amanda for a couple of hours even though Monday is my day off. But I spent the rest of the day sewing and fixing up a big saucepan of soup made of winter vegetables and mutton. I set it on the stove to simmer, and I go out into the street. The sun's lowering, and it's a beautiful sunset, brilliant reds against a darkening sky. I think I'll have a coffee at the cafe. It will get dark, and Tess will come home to the comforting smell of soup, and then when I come in from the chill - because I'm sure it'll cool down after sunset - she'll be there. It's only been a month we've been living together, but already there are things I know.
I never thought I'd be happy with someone the way I am with her.
Smiling, I sit down by the window and order a coffee, a western on the table next to me, but I don't open it yet. I just look out of the window at the setting sun.
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It's been the kind of weather that could trick a body into thinking it was spring. Mild enough to be April, and bright sunshine gleaming on the snowdrops in the park. At lunchtime I walked around the park, turning my face up to the sun. Of course going through the park made me think about the baby Glass and I found. I wonder - part of me can't help wondering if it was Benedict Donner who did that. It seems more savage; what happened to Vale was - so careful. Cold. Julian was torn up by an animal. It scares me that whoever did that is possibly still in town. At least Mr Donner -
I didn't want to think about that, so I turned back to Main Street, and back in the bustle of things my good mood returned. The store was pretty busy this afternoon, so I ended up helping out Amanda for a couple of hours even though Monday is my day off. But I spent the rest of the day sewing and fixing up a big saucepan of soup made of winter vegetables and mutton. I set it on the stove to simmer, and I go out into the street. The sun's lowering, and it's a beautiful sunset, brilliant reds against a darkening sky. I think I'll have a coffee at the cafe. It will get dark, and Tess will come home to the comforting smell of soup, and then when I come in from the chill - because I'm sure it'll cool down after sunset - she'll be there. It's only been a month we've been living together, but already there are things I know.
I never thought I'd be happy with someone the way I am with her.
Smiling, I sit down by the window and order a coffee, a western on the table next to me, but I don't open it yet. I just look out of the window at the setting sun.
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