Chapter 27
I and George strolled on the beach, with me holding my shoes so protectively close to m bosom.
“Why the beach?” I questioned, feeling the baked sand in my feet.
“Because it holds memory which is so precious to me”. George said, his face becoming hard as stone.
I didn’t understand what was going on, why his sudden change of mood, I did not press the issues, just enjoying the afternoon breeze was enough for me.
George led me close to some rocks, in which we found solace in its bowels. I sat on a high flat rock, while George sat on a round but square top rock. We were both comfortable, as I led my leg dangle in the seawater, feeling its freshness on my skin.
Silence reigned between us, while I stole a glance at him, still seeing him in the mood he had a while ago.
“Anna?
