Faith
We talked and ignored the world until the first faint wind of night swept into the little dark restaurant. I stood and offered my hand to Zane.
“Will you hold this while I go for a walk?" I said.
At the Casa 1900's elevators Zane looked at my mouth and I looked at his and then we each looked away and I felt compelled to giggle a little and a smile stopped a moment on his face.
“I am on the ninth floor," I said. “Room 919."
“I am on the fourth floor, 419," he said. I pressed the four on the panel and it turned orange. He pressed the nine and it glowed orange as well. The machine counted the mounted floors with soft chimes. I wondered if I would know the notes if I had studied music. In the seconds it took for the ground floor to become the fourth floor, I felt a dewey hunger fo
