![]() ![]() ![]() She was as reticent to discuss her past as I was, but told me enough so I could make do. Whereas she was observant, to me, she had only ever been a shadow on the edge of my world. I learned a great deal of new information about Katharine. I was somewhat surprised to find she already knew many of those facts-she was more observant at the office than I gave her credit for being. She knew I was an only child, my parents were deceased, and all the pertinent facts: where I went to school, my favorite activities, colors, foods, likes and dislikes. Fortunately, since we had a lot of ground to cover, I didn’t have to delve too deep into a lot of things. Never one to talk about my past, or reveal too many personal details, it had been a torturous evening. Hours later, I emptied the last of the wine into my glass. I took a sip of my wine, enjoying the flavor. Wordlessly, I poured a glass of wine and sat beside her, pushing those strange thoughts out of my head. Her hair fell over her shoulder, and I couldn’t help notice how the red suited her pale complexion and deep color of her hair. ![]() I hated thinking about them, and my past. ![]() I was still tense from earlier-it happened every time I spoke about my parents, no matter how brief. ![]()
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