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The Original Sinners: The Red Years
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2019
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“You forgot to tie them or you forgot how to tie them?” S?ren asked.
“I forgot how.”
“Eleanor? I believe this is your area of expertise.”
“I’ll try, but I’m a little out of practice.”
Nora knelt in front of him and attempted to demonstrate the bunny rabbit method, the two loops as ears and the loop around the loop… Owen just watched her with his grave eyes.
“Does that make any sense, Owen?” she asked as she stood up again.
“I don’t know. It’s just so hard. Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome, Owen.”
Nora watched as S?ren reached out and placed the tip of his finger between Owen’s eyes. Owen’s eyes crossed and both he and S?ren laughed. “You’re dismissed. But do try to stay in the slow lane, please.”
Owen took off again, but this time at a more restrained pace.
Nora glanced across the hall, past the tables to where the parents sat talking among themselves but never taking their eyes off their kids.
“I wanted to have your children once,” she said, not looking in his eyes.
“I told you, Michael is like a son to me. And you had him, did you not?”
Nora inhaled sharply. “There’s a difference between sadism and cruelty. I hope you learn that someday.”
“Remind me which of those you prefer?”
“I’m going, S?ren. Thank you for another lovely anniversary.”
Nora turned on her heel and strode from the hall. She heard footsteps behind her but kept walking. She only made it as far as the entryway when she heard her name.
She stopped and turned around to face S?ren.
“It’s hard enough for me to come to this place again and see you,” she said. “You don’t have to make it harder.”
S?ren raised a hand to the side of her face. He brushed her cheek with his fingertips. She glanced around to make sure no one was there watching them. It was a habit she’d never break.
“Forgive me. This is difficult for me, as well.”
“I didn’t think anything was difficult for you.”
S?ren lowered his hand and stepped out of the sunlight and into the shadows by the shrine of the Virgin Mary.
“Surely you of all people cannot think so highly of me.”
Nora smiled and followed him into the shadows.
“The day I first saw you, I thought you were omnipotent.”
“You were fifteen, Eleanor.”
“I still think that.”
S?ren’s laugh was empty and somber.
“If I were omnipotent you would still be with me, little one. I didn’t have the strength to stop you from leaving.”
“You did,” she said. “But you loved me too much to use it.”
“Perhaps I’ve always loved you too much.” S?ren turned his eyes up to the Virgin Mary statue. “Our mutual acquaintance tells me you’ve given up work on your book.”
Nora tugged at her shirt cuffs.
“Zach found out about what I do. He killed the deal.”
“Surely you can write without him.”
“I’m not sure I can. He made me see my book with new eyes. I was just a smutty storyteller before him. For a little while I felt like a real writer.”
“Answer a question for me, Eleanor. Why did you begin your work with our monsieur?”
“I had nothing. He offered me a job.”
“You could have worked any number of jobs. Why that one?”
“He said I’d make a lot of money working very few hours. I thought it would give me—” She stopped and swallowed. “I thought it would give me time to write.”
“Your work with Kingsley was merely a means to an end. It was never meant to be the end.”
Nora didn’t know how to answer that.
S?ren reached into his pocket. He pulled out a small black velvet bag and placed it in her hand.
“What’s this?” she asked.
“Your real anniversary gift.”
Nora opened the bag and a silver pendant on a chain poured out into her hand. She held it close to her eyes.
“A saint’s medal.” She laughed. “I haven’t worn one of these in years. Who is it? St. Michael? St. Mary Magdalene?”
“St. John the Apostle actually.”
“St. John…patron saint of fools and ex-lovers?” she hazarded a guess.
“No,” S?ren said, his voice and eyes gentle. “The patron saint of writers.”
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