Chapter 16
Sybilla and I started seeing each other again almost two years later.
No engagement.
No shared household planning.
No assumptions.
Coffee.
Dinner.
Arguments.
She met Lucy once accidentally when Estelle brought her to an event.
Lucy stared.
“You Mean Lady?”
I nearly died.
Sybilla closed her eyes.
“Yes.”
Estelle apologized.
Sybilla stopped her.
“No. Fair.”
Lucy considered.
“You still mean?”
Sybilla smiled.
“Less.”
Excellent answer.
Children distrust perfection.
So should adults.
Later Sybilla told me:
“That was worse than facing you.”
“Good.”
She hit my arm.
Progress.
Would we marry?
May you like
Maybe.
For once, maybe did not frighten either of us.
