We talked about cooking, we talked about our friends, we talked about our pasts… we talked about most anything but the pain that we knew was coming when we had to say goodbye to this intimacy we were sharing for this brief time in our lives. XXX Franky did sit and smiled uncertainly at me before glancing at Sarah. I’m not saying she doesn’t like you, that’s obvious, she adores you… but not the way you do her. She gave me another brief hug and I turned and left. I held the pan with one hand and she removed the oven mitt from my free hand so that I could transfer the bread to the basket. The stack in front of her was the thought card, things that I should think about or ponder.
