expects it any day now. ”
the carving is slipped into his front pocket, rests before his still-beating heart which he pats in a show of a man touched by her kindness.
“ she wonders where you are. ”
it was plain he held no interest in changing the woman routine, nor did he intend to rid her of the ability to possess one entirely.
no, the man only smiles at her as she bestows upon him a hand-crafted bauble, it’s sage
countenance reminiscent of the hue with which his equally gentle disposition gazed upon she who insisted it be free of charge.
“ human life is precious, indeed. they never knew when their day would come to an indefinite end ⸻ she ..