*Lucian*
I watch her leave. I had been insolent and rude. I’m upset with Frannie for not trying harder. I’m angry with Evangeline for having the habit of touching the tip of her tongue to her top lip… just a quick touch, barely noticeable, but I notice… after each sip of wine as though she needs to gather the last drop. I’m angry at Bill for smiling at Evangeline, for pretending to have an interest in the amount of rain that is falling on Blackrock city this summer. I’m furious with myself because I want to gather that wine from Evangeline’s lips with my own. I’m furious because I’m intrigued with Evangeline, because I’m noticing so many things about her… the way the light captures her hair, revealing that it isn’t all the same shade of blond. Some strands are paler than others.
I tell m
