The meaning of a love
That hot and sunny early afternoon, the Great Hall of the History Department was crowded with people dressed in dark clothes and featuring long silver necklaces around their necks. They were all around the crystal coffin placed in the center of the immense room. The body of the deceased, dressed in white, was exposed in it. Some people were there just to make a presence, in memory of a person they had not — or just hardly — known, but a good part were there to sincerely remember Trevan Londis, the engineer, the man, the beloved.
Althea too was dressed according to tradition: a black skirt just below her knee and a severe gray blouse, which enhanced her generous cleavage, since its first two buttons had been undone to withstand the heat. The long silver necklace endi
