The inner rooms were better prepared, with tapestries of classic (and not so classic) scenes from her past.The inner rooms were better prepared, with tapestries of classic (and not so classic) scenes from her past. I lay down on a cushioned bench and waited, helping myself to some of the wine in the meantime. She wasn't long in arriving. She walked in from the back, dressed in a flowing purple toga and having perfectly arranged little flowers in her almost floor-length flowing blonde hair. She smiled when she saw me, walked a little bit quicker and settled onto the couch, leaning into me and kissing me, just like she had last time. "You came," she said. "Would I miss this?" I asked. "Once in a blue moon you invite me in to dinner, and I'm going to bow out?" "You have," she said accusatorily. "Only when it was something you knew I couldn't avoid, Oenone. |