The alarm sounds at four a.m., startling Sol Elio. Since midnight, Sol wavered between wake, worry, and disconnected sleep. In the middle of the night, weary, he had placated Evangeline.
Past two a.m., Sol was wide-eyed, anticipating Indigo. In the midst, the Senator pondered Proposition 19. And just when he succumbed to exhaustion, it was time to heed the clock.
After quickly shaving and showering, Sol dresses quietly to not disturb Evangeline. He selects his patriotic best: a white shirt and red tie, and his finest navy suit; the jacket adorned with an American flag pin.
Awake but silent, Evangeline glimpses Sol dabbing cologne on his long, muscular neck. She arranges for the custom clothing that complements Sol’s lean, athletic build; and she purchases the pleasant scents that enhanc
