39 - Maeve
Kathleen had stopped mid-sentence, and stood there, her eyes going wide, as she examined my work. I could see her jaw muscles working, as if she was pondering over an answer over a delicate puzzle.
I cast my gaze at the window, where a line of gray mushrooms rose behind the window, creeping over the blue sky behind the street’s houses. Finally, I couldn’t contain myself longer.
“So,” I said. “What do you think?”
“I didn’t ask you to do it.”
Her response stunned me. Moreover, it was the tone of her voice, low, dry.
Of course she didn’t ask me, it was supposed to be a surprise! Or maybe she was thinking I wanted to be paid?
“No, you didn’t,” I said. “And I’m asking nothing in return. You don’t have to hide that line between the old and the new anymore.”
The old and the new
