*Isadora*
It instantly becomes a habit, our special time together.
Every night when I step into the library, he is always there as is my glass of sherry, waiting for me. While we each have a book, it is a mere prop so we can pretend we have come there to read rather than spend time in the company of one another; the covers are never even opened, the pages never glanced at. Instead, we talk and share stories and laugh … so much laughter.
I tell him about my first pony, a skittish thing, that was spooked by wolves. He tells me about a mangy dog he had as a boy. I recall the first time my father took me to the theater. And he tells of the night he and his brothers had gone to a cabaret. I admit to the naughty books Jade and I had read aloud to each other. And he in turn tells of naughty o
