was up with this person,
Bree? And was she
a permanent fixture?
But I’d like to get to know you.
I Wanted to Know Him, Too
Wanted to know
what Guinivere knew.
Bree might have pulled him
closer, tempted his kiss that very
moment, given hers in return.
But with a sudden slam, reality
kicked into gear. Downstairs,
Guinivere called his name.
He answered,
Up here.
I looked in his eyes, caught
a hint of warped humor,
jumped up to go inside.
He asked,
How long are you staying?
Not long enough, I wanted
to say. But I told him,
“Three weeks.”
He said,
Not much time.
Footsteps on the stairs.
Bree vanished, leaving
panic in her wake.
He finished,
But maybe enough.