Chapter Six
My toe nail polish was a rich, dark burgundy color. Details. Life is filled with them. It’s the smallest ones that go unnoticed that can have the most significant effect. A single detail can alter a decision and a passage ventured down. I was open to anything, but I need to guide Micah. I walked across the clean, shiny hardwood floors and the colorful oriental rugs. Each room conveyed a sensuous, mythic tale of its own. The house was a caretaker of stories surrounding liaisons from the mysterious to the mundane. Like a play, the story of Micah and I was entering a new chapter. In the next chapter I envisioned Micah as my partner in an ancient ritual of intimacy and mystery.
“Micah!” I whispered to myself. As I toured my home. room to room, my tastes, according to Vera, were t
