Wendy had her Flora in a lovely place, fed and well-watered, the mood sublime, lights dimmed, candlelight, soft music and their chairs close together, holding hands. Looking into Wade’s eyes, Wendy commenced her questioning, "Darling?"
"Mmmm?"
"What you are doing at work, can you talk about it?"
Flora was stirred, but only a little, "Normal stuff, you know?"
"What"s normal about bombs, people being gunned down?"
Flora, now more alert, "Nothing that should bother us."
"No?"
"Not really..." Flora dragged this out, she never could lie to Wendy.
"So, maybe just a little?
"Maybe..." wide awake now.
"You know I love you, don"t you?"
Shit, here it comes Wade thought, her nerves jangling. "And I love you too, sweet"art."
Wendy smiled, she loved it when Flora said she loved her and felt
