Shell gazed down at her, gazed all around the now familiar room of robin’s egg blue, gazed once or twice through the cream-colored banister posts down to the living room below. She may have shivered once or twice, that old but fading habit, but she exulted. She felt, she knew, she was on top of the world.
Email exchange: Ben and Astrid
In keeping with her gentle threat, Astrid did email Ben Monday afternoon.
“Good day, hey, Ben, sir. Guess if you’re reading this you figured out how to open it. So now. To the point. About ‘our’ Shelley. It’s a sense I have, though I admit I’m basing it on—I still cannot believe it–sixteen days and I’m pretty sure forty-six minutes with her.
Friday, you were frank with me. In fair exchange, I’ll be frank. Woman to um … man, eh? Here it is: I think Shelle
