“There’s one more thing,” Prim said, running her hand through Egan’s hair as she watched him press the remote control, parting the window curtains.
“Tell me.” He kissed her stomach and adjusted his head on it again to look out at the rising sun.
She turned her face to the window too, watching the first sign of light appear in the sky. It filtered into the room, lighting up their naked bodies in fire.
“Do you remember your grandmother’s childhood friend?”
She felt him pause. “Phyllis?” He asked.
“So you know her?” She said, running her fingers over and over through his blond curls.
They looked magical in the early light.
“Everyone knows Phyllis, and she visited a few times before she died. We were still very young then.” He said.
She found herself smiling at his voice.
She liked
