He rounded the corner, and there she was. The same apparition, outside at the table, perfectly turned out. He felt his heart thunder. Even if he wanted to be angry, he couldn’t, but he certainly wasn’t afraid of himself or her anymore. He had served her from the day they met and now he would continue where he left off, his heart left him no rational choice in the matter, but he owed Shanti. He had done his time. Before the accident they had been kind and gentle to each other, perhaps they were overdue for more.
“Kenneth,” she called, waving him over.
“Hello,” he said, taking her hand. Her scent transporting him to the distant familiar past. It was if it was then.
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