Maysilee never had the happiest recollection from her youth, but from falling hopelessly in love with a Danish boy to gathering the pieces of her crushed heart and moving on with the son this love left her, everything was still painfully clear in he...
A.N.: "Short" chapter, and please forgive any stupid typos, I'm travelling therefore without my grammar tool.
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Present. Berlin, Germany.
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The first breakfast with the three of us in the house was awkward, I made Erna put too much on the table, and most was kept untouched. I felt like I had to say something a none of the topics landed right.
Afternoon, Dallas went to school and I decided to show Mads around the city, places he would need to know. Night, Dallas goes to his room without much talking and when I lie down to sleep I can't help thinking this was a bad decision.
It's gonna be uncomfortable forever, it must be.
The second day, all my dread crumbles over me from the minute I wake up and I don't even bother with breakfast preparation, I take a long shower and try to prepare myself mentally to another exhaustive day of exasperation.
At the table, each has to choose what they want for the morning, having previously given Mads free access to whatever he wants from the kitchen, and we marinate in that silence that seems only uncomfortable inside my head.
But before Dallas leaves, Mads cracks a joke about his hair which makes the boy laugh. And as simple as the act is, it takes a ton off my chest. It's okay to be awkward for now.
Mads' not doing any work for now, not for a couple calls here and there, emails to be answered. It's his 'vacation' and what he does with his free time is all up to him.
We couldn't make love all day long... or we could, but it isn't suitable as much we wished. My novel - now named Where They Hide the Sun - is in its final stages which demands a lot from me and with Dallas' arrival ended our short days of honeymoon.
"You have any plans?" I ask joining him outside after lunch.
He shrugs. "I guess I'll bike around the city. You showed me the practical places, I wanna see something beautiful."
"Well, good luck finding that."
"You used to be so passionate about this city..."
"I became a cave animal."
"Maybe we should change that. Don't you wanna come with me?"
"I would love too, but perhaps some other day. I'll edit a few pages of text for a friend's blog then I'll stay in reading."
"Sure. Writer, reader."
"Wanna see my reading room? I haven't shown you yet."
"Sure. Personally, my favorite so far is our room."
"Don't you tell me."
The reading room was made to be cozy, with a small fireplace, an imposing red carpet with detailed illustration, two armchairs arranged near each other by the window where Karlo and I used read together, and, of course, two walls of wall-to-ceiling shelves full of books.
