'I should let her go, Alex thought. Tanya would continue on her natural course: age and its changes, love, and death like every other human. And perhaps in a few hundred years, he might forget his beloved little raven, he might forget the way the light danced off of the curls of her hair, and how even the edge of a trashcan was lovely in her eyes.'
"Would you mind if I call you sometime?" The words slipped out before Alexander could stop them, and yet he felt selfishly grateful they were out there. "I have had such an enchanting evening with you. I would love to continue our conversation," he said.
Tanya smiled, handing him a small, white card from her handbag. "I would love that. The business number on there is my cell." She kept on fidgeting with the edge of her shawl. "I had these car
