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Now that Louisa was around, Mason thought it wise to alert her of his finished amendments. He met her in the conservatory room, gazing at the glass roof that confined them from the harsh sun rays, with her arms crossed over her chest. Mason eye-sculpted her slim and delicate figure as long as she hadn't realized his presence.Power red, if he wasn't mistaken, signified discernible and tolerance. She'd worn it in Hawaii, the first day they met. To tolerate Adrian's Playboy shenanigans as she explained, and for her disinterest to be as discernible as it possibly could. That, he understood. But what he did not understand was why she'd been wearing it since Monday. What did she want to tolerate? What did she want to be discerned?Was it about him and Lydia? Did she want him to discern that she didn't care about him anymore? What? What exactly?She was a tough code to crack. He concluded.After satisfactory admiration and analysis, he approached her. It was only when he was two arm's reach

Mason cried. Literally.It was the best shortest moment of his life. The joy he felt was incomparable, so much so that he slept like a baby for the first time in a week and woke up like a giant the next day. At some point that morning, the words became his password to smile when his breakfast burnt again the fourth time that week, when he hit his little toe against the bed, when the shaving blade cut him, and even when he ran out of fuel on his way to work."Good morning, Donovan," Michael, a new friend he made on his first day of work and a colleague he shared an office with, said.Tall and lean was a vivid description of him. On his face was a narrow nose with a slightly curved tip, thick-rimmed glasses that covered the little eyes that distantly rested above small lips. Midnight Black was his short impeccably kept curls—typical dork criteria."Good morning," Mason reflected, "anything new this morning?""Not yet. Still trying to round up yesterday's leftovers."Michael, upon discove

There were screams of joy, melodious laughter, and a healing sight as half a dozen or more kids jumped and played around. The kids' buffet was virtually empty as some excited kids helped themselves with confectionery whenever they felt like it.A Mickey and Minnie Mouse mascot stood at the entrance gifting each exiting kid a giant thank you message attached lollipop and a square parcel of what may be a souvenir. One could tell that parents will have to deprive their kids of candies in the next month and change their teeth-cleaning routine from two to three times daily.Louisa had no difficulty in spotting Gianna in her little navy blue Lilo and Stitch swimsuit, still playing on the slide leading to the inflatable pool with the birthday girl and two other friends. It was already 4 pm. Even though the birthday was indicated to end at 3:30, some parents—just like Louisa—decided to sit and watch their children play a little more. Let herself be contaminated with the joy emanating from the

Tuesday, Dylan hadn't called. When she did, it went directly to the answering machine. That made her wonder why. Perhaps he was too busy. She consoled. She has been having thoughts about seeing Lydia on the matter, but regarded it as puerile. It was just two little days.Now that Louisa had known the existence of the chic restaurant a few blocks away, she readied to pay it a visit only to be stopped, upon opening the door, by the word exchange between Nerry and a familiar woman with a sleeping baby in a pram—Lydia.When Lydia turned to her, she smelled something was up. It seemed to her that the girl had cried and was still on the verge of tears when she saw Louisa.Has Mason broken her heart already? Or has something happened to Dylan? Louisa wondered as her feelings were partitioned between gladness and disappointment."Lydia, come in." Louisa ignored the information-required procedure she was undergoing. Lydia pushed the baby pram into Louisa's office as she went back behind her des

The lady kept smiling at her daughter, who found pleasure assisting as always, as she peeled some potatoes on the kitchen island. They weren't as expertly peeled as hers, but she was only a kid. An unfortunate five-year-old who was born to a foolish mother and an always-absent father in a world that doesn't deserve her. A cold world. A wicked world.She had learned to live that way. The poor thing. She had learned not to ask about him anymore; she had learned to accept that it was just the two of them. Together, forever.The skinny woman coughed, causing the little girl to pause from her previously dedicated act, and as usual, she promptly ran to the sink, mounted a little kitchen stool to fill a glass with water. She handed it to the pale woman who only successfully took in a gulp before coughing again, harsher than before. Too harsh that the little girl, filled with fear and panic, might have wanted to disobey her mother for once and call the doctor."Mu—""No," it came out as a muff