She kept asking where had I gone, silently I refused to answer.
She now owning the silence between us began to deliver.
"There is no love between us, there is history but there is no love between us, we are treading water."
Sulking and gasping she said, "How could you leave me, my marriage is a sham?"
She was wailing this as the train took me further and further away.
"How could you just leave?" She exclaimed.
"How could you?" She kept on asking in a river of tears.
I quickly realized that she didn't want a lover, she wanted a new lease on life, she believed that the best part of her life had passed her.
Ashamed and cowardly I hunched over as her words struck me down.
I saw this as a passing fling, yet she saw this as more, she saw this as shelter from the storm.
I grunted in acknowledgement, I grunted so that she wouldn't feel that she was talking to herself.
This train ride to London would suck.
Yesterday was a flirtatious orgasmic day and today my chips where being called in.
We had just shared a night but I was engulfed by guilt.
Fuck them, simply fuck them would be simple, but there are no simple fucks.
She was crying out and I couldn't ignore her feelings, it wasn't in me to fuck them and forget them.
The abandonment in this married woman's voice was agonizing.
She was disgusted with her leftovers life, she wanted to eat or be eaten.
"Where are you?" she repeated as the cellphone signal came and went.
In a sweet, sultry, sheepish way she said, "Let's have a bottle Perrier Jouet at Angelina's, I'll be on the queque in five minutes, how long before you get there?"
Scrambling for words to tame her excitement, a long awkward pause engulfed the conversation.
"Hello", she said questioning the phone connection. "I've left Paris" I said in a deflated manner.
"What do you mean you left Paris?" She knew I had no plans to leave Paris so soon.
"Why did you leave all of the sudden she asked ?"
Clearly the momentum of this conversation had now shifted.
To be continued...
