Devotion, Ep. 7
(Emma)
It rather breaks my heart a bit that she dreams about me; this time of the full love, let’s just say it, the sex we know must happen. I’m sure it’s just the events of my apparent abandonment (being virtually wordless, unexplained), then arrival in style. [See Eps. 1 & 2. — Sophie]
But she’s right: being here, we’ve always dreamed. It’s as if it were a dreamhouse. And some of those dreams we’ve lived, as has our brother Evan. Perhaps we should ask our “dear” parents if they dream … though I’ve a feeling it may be a while till we see them. Dreamed if you do, dreamed if you don’t, hah.
I’m finishing my coffee in the drawing room before the taxi arrives and we’re off for town, for the snowy walks and stores, the lunch somewhere nice.
Alice. Too see-through for see-through, I don’t know if I could take it. Do I buy her some diaphanous raiment with Papa’s money? Maybe we both just get something skimpy for the coming summer, just for fun. Just when Windmere thought they were safe!
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…Yes, she is too there. Yet everything about her, remnant.
((BONNNG…)) Grandfather’s clock wants an hour back.
And perhaps this I can now see; I am back, it is we. Did I just become poetic?
She bakes bread, though, like air but sweetly. Smells divine but done. Ah — here our girl is now, before I go on!
