It was quite along the waterway that surrounded the Princess Palace, and Sandy and I stepped up onto and into the marble houseboat, of which it was designed as, a luxury piece of marble, manufactured in antiquity. She seemed now to restore a special gentleness that evidently she felt was part of this magical moment, one that a person will never capture again, should they ever get a second chance to be put into such a grand circumstances. The moment was far-reaching, her delicacy, we hugged she rested on my shoulder as we looked out into the lake like atmosphere, actors or reactors, I dont know, indistinguishable, for we loved being able to love, and we grabbed the moment to do so. Skeptical we both may have been, yes, but if there was skepticism or shyness, we hid it, desperate for humor and to be amused, silently in a loving phase, if not theater.
We wereelectrified, face-to-face, having words of kindness and staring down into the water, tranquil water as it invited us to taste its spell.
Yes, I will visit you in Stockbridge, I reconfirmed.
Very well, she insisted, laughing, Im very happy you let me know about this, now I can start making plans in my head.
I am not sure whose eyes she saw the world through, not mine Im sure, but it wasnt all that bad, she was having a grand time, as her girlfriend had said to her back in Stockbridge, she should have, and some guy she had been dating back in Stockbridge, who had broken it off with her insisted also for her to take this trip and have fun (although I doubt they expected her to have so much fun all at once); so in a serious manner she said Lets have fun, and so we did.
Coming back from the palace, I had learned she had protectiveness for her son, that would not allow her to rest at times, and she admitted being 10,000-miles from home, allowed her that freedom (out of sight, out of mind).
Gloria and Frank were in the seats in front of us, in the bus; an elder c ouple that had traveled almost as much as me, around the world. We had, the first day we arrive, had walked down the silk alley together, in Beijing, and ate at a deli some sweets and coffee (and even stopped in the giant MacDonalds for a burger), when I tried to swat a fly away from her and hit her nose with a piece of paper (we are still in the deli), thereafter we became friends (and would remain so for the following ten years; Frank would die in 2003). And during that same day, in the afternoon, she had pushed one of the merchants away from me, once they had tripped me, and I had fallen to the ground, they were going to rob me, and had my billfold in their hands, she was the heroin of the day, she pushed them aside, grabbed my wallet and called for assistance.
I had asked for their advise a few times concerning Sandy, and she always gave it, saidwith a beautiful little shiver of her face and laugh: Just enjoy it, it will or will not last after China, but youre n ot married to her, and got no ties, nor her, so enjoy your single life while you can. Frank agreed as usual. She must have said this several times to me, until I felt good about my ongoing relationship with Sandy. Frank and Gloria were from Minnesota, my home state, and we assured each other wed visit once this trip was over (and we would).
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Author:: Dennis Siluk
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