<p>Ah, yes, Slenda, I’ve been meaning to ask you… Did you talk to Splendor about… me?</p>Anonymous
About…you…? No, dear…
“Oh… I see.” Jack sighs to himself, deciding not to push it. Maybe Ernest had lied about his source of…
Slenda immediately became tense. She realized she was squeezing his hand and quickly released him, deciding instead to cross her arms over her chest.
“I…see. He said I said something about her…?”
Maybe she was over thinking things. Maybe Ernie really was asking about…her…and it had nothing to do with what she had recently remembered…
Slenda lets a genuine, almost bubbly laugh escape her. “Only you could make such a cheesy line work, Jacques…only you.”...
Jack walks to her, closing the distance and hugging her. “What a beautiful, lovely smelling rose I’m holding onto,...