Special Chapter #2
So I stand, and I do not let go of his hand, and I lead him in.
The room is dim and cool after the glare, the shutters half drawn against the climbing sun, the linen breathing in the little wind off the water.
So I stand, and I do not let go of his hand, and I lead him in.
The room is dim and cool after the glare, the shutters half drawn against the climbing sun, the linen breathing in the little wind off the water.