In other words, Matthew Wise didn’t stand a chance.
The day that had begun in mist was brilliant now, sunlight glimmering on wet surfaces. The gardens were looking especially abundant. Eurydice placed both her hands on the soft, smooth curve of her lower back, pressing the kinks out. When she finished her stretch she startled, then flinched in shock – Matthew Wise was standing in front of her, eating a banana. Where had he come from? She looked around wildly.
“Your back must get sore, with all this gardening,” Matthew said.
His thin gold-rimmed spectacles sat slightly askew on the long bridge of his nose, and his light brown hair was combed across his forehead. He wore a beige linen shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and khaki pants on his lanky legs. A professional camera protruded fr
