Image In Glass
There were oceans of possibilites in the skies above. But, oceans were deep, and far from merely stating the obvious, he did not like the prospect of falling.
Angelina was dressed in shadows, and came to him out of those depths. To love him, she said. To confuse him? He was almost certain of it.
"I came to you because you invited me. I will stay with you because you need me."
"Need you? I love my wife."
"You don't act like you do."
His admission that Angelina was right was a hard one to take, but he reminded himself that sometimes things were hard. It was because who Angelina was, a very beautiful character he was developing. And because Angelina, in a way he found disconcerting, was taking on his voice.
"I love both of you."
"I know you do. But I don't think you know why."
"Can you tell me?"
"What do you love about your wife?"
His wife - Nicole. They had met at the university. He admired and appreciated her candor, her ambition. He was a little awed by her beauty, her dark hair and eyes working strongly onn his emotions.
