Tristram lay on his bed in the cottage thinking of the evening just past…
He reflected on Regina’s smile from the front seat of the four-wheel-drive as she left with Ivan. Her little wave. Her warm, silent “Bye”. Stars twinkled above, and the light from the house behind him cast long shadows up the drive.
What a magical, sudden evening.
Tristram smiled to himself and shook his head. How did it happen? How did he and Regina suddenly become friends? Perhaps more than friends?
more thanfriendsHer embarrassed, excited question – whispered at the last minute:
“Now or never. Tell me why you didn’t want Paul to kiss me. Quick!”
Tristram was caught off guard. The adults about him were still in the warm, loud throes of good-bye.
“Quick!” Regina whispered again. Then loudly, she said “Good-by
