Love, As Fleeting as the Breeze
"Hi there, I'd like to emigrate."
Christina stood at the counter and handed over the neatly prepared documents to the clerk on the other side of the glass.
The clerk quickly stamped each page. The red ink spread like tiny ripples on still water. Then, without looking up, he pulled out another form and passed it back to her.
"Ma'am, your paperwork will be processed in fifteen days."
Christina nodded, turned on her heel, and headed for the exit. But before she could step outside, whispers trailed after her.
"Did I see that right? Mrs. Waldorf is applying for emigration? Did she have a squabble with Mr. Waldorf?"
"Even if they argued, would it go this far? Mr. Waldorf practically worships