The next afternoon. . .
The next morning. George stood outside Vera’s door and knocked softly – “Vera, it’s me, are you OK?”. . .
George is on the #9 tram – the last one of the evening. He’s been to the opening of an art show, met friends, and had a late dinner, topped off with cognac – now he’s both light-headed and light-of-heart – smiling.
That evening, Vera and George sat on the front deck of The Nine Dragons and a Sheep, having spent the afternoon blissfully rowing around on the river, feeding swans, taking turns with the oars, comparing childhood memories of Texas.
All was calm and quiet. And then . . .
The Vera-in-the-kitchen this Saturday afternoon was another version of Vera. Not the plain, shy young woman he first met in The Dragon. Not the sleek, confident business woman who dropped by most mornings. . .