VII
PAST FONDNESSES
It was well into the night when Felix and Electra separated their sweaty selves to lay side-by-side upon the bed of their makeshift palace within the warehouse along the Tiber. They had, of course, worshipped Venus with gusto that evening in the dim light behind the layers of diaphanous hangings that surrounded them like trees in a private wood. However, the moment their passions paused to recuperate, Felix’s mind tumbled down the bittersweet pathways of youthful nostalgia.
He stared at the high ceiling of cloth that masked the bones of that draughty warehouse, trying to decipher the evening, determined to hide the unfamiliar anxiety he felt over his failed mission to reunite with his dearest friends.
“It was good to be together again,” he said as he lay there, one
