LUCIFANA

FACE OFF..

"Am I loosing it?" I told  myself as I closed the door behind me.

Lucifana. Lucifana. Lucifana.

' Thinking I need help? Help?' I shrugged off my coat and walked to the kitchen to brew myself some tea. My mind rewinded the events of the past hour. She actually locked me inside with her! Dared me to manhandle her!

I shook my head in disbelief as a chuckle escaped my lips involuntarily.
It soon was replaced with a frown.

" I shouldn't be happy." I reminded myself. I am to grieve. Never again to take a wife nor a child. Yet , lucifana's face popped in my mind and I sighed.

Those eyes that held mine ready to rebel me. Her motion as she swayed her way to her kitchen, the broad smile as she talked about her younger sister. I could picture the 'her' before the tragedy. Hyper, talkative, the sunshine person. How she was reduced into such a depressed individual that would cry endlessly in our sessions, spoke of her heavy loss.

That same girl who threw harsh words at me with the same intensity I throw back at her, backed me in a corner and forced me to open up...and I actually feel...better!

My thoughts were interrupted with a phone call.

" Yes father."

" Start with hello son, why are so stiff" Persus Vasilios cheerfully spoke. I took a seat. " Hello father" he laughed at my flat enthusiasm.

" Ain't that scary? Let me cut down the chase, when are you coming to Greece with Anthea?"

" I don't know. I would have made it sooner but, I have a patient who needs regular sessions."

" You mean Anthea's friend? Why don't you bring her here?" He asked and I could hear some rustling. Seems he is sorting some papers.

" Father, she's not a kid for me to make that decision for her. I don't think she would like to come." I reasoned but honestly speaking, I don't feel safe leaving her here alone and father's idea doesn't sound half bad, given they won't argue their way from here to Greece.

" Why not? Greece is a country full of history,  arts and architecture. I take that she's an artist too."

" She is. A talented musical performer." I added as I recalled the number of times I've walked in on her playing her piano.

"..."

" Father?"

" It's rare to hear you compliment someone."

" It's facts father,nothing more." I answered quickly. Knowing him, he's probably grinning now.

" I'll update you ,bye" I hanged up, sipping my tea in thoughts. How do I breach this to her? She would obviously reject it.

                             .…........

" Your acting strange Vernon. What is it?" Lucifana asked immediately after half an hour through our session. She was purely distracting today. She tied her hair in a lazy low pony, wearing a short plain black jumpsuit. I had my back on the wall, as her hands rested on her piano. She seemed to look better.

" Kira used to...fancy jumpsuits a lot." I spoke as I smoothed the wrinkles on the trouser and she tilted her head as she stared at me.

" I remind you of your wife? Am I pretty like her?" She turned her full attention at me. Gazing at me with those two pools of dark brown eyes, lips perfectly moist, her skin looking healthier than the first time we met. Glistening like gold under the penetrating dusk light through the window. Eye catching. Captivating. Mischievous looking, nothing like the fierce, imposing presence of Kira.