I reach out and touch her tummy, then waist and she coos like a bird, closing her eyes with a smile. Putting her hand over the flesh covering my human...heart. I pull her closer, my lips kissing up and down her tummy. I can feel the tip of one of her wings gently brushing up and down my back. The softness of her feathers like nothing I’ve ever felt on this world. I wrap my arms around her and jus hold my head against hers for a few minutes, looking up to see ‘its okay’ glances from her. I move. Please keep the chalet for me three weeks from today." Certainly doctor, leave everything to me. I am glad to hear you say it's not serious, nevertheless, please do take care." Of course, thank you, actually I am quite looking forward to it, I shall be glad to get it over with. One other thing, Patricia, I really don't want to be disturbed this evening, so no calls whatsoever please." I understand, doctor."As Martina accepted the key she noticed the time was a few minutes after four, and knew. Thirstily she drained the whole glass. Hugh was literally a minute taking his shower, returning dressed in blue trunks and a flowered shirt open all the way down the front."That was quick," she said."Your turn next. Like another Coke before you go?" Yes, please, Hugh. I must say your Coke tastes very different from ours. Seems to be a little flatter or something." I've never tried yours so I wouldn't know the difference," he said, bringing her another filled glass from the kitchen. "Here's to. I could see Humphrey Bogart, both hands clutching Ingrid Bergman’s arms through that trenchcoat. Bergman’s beautiful eyes full of tears, her agonized expression ... what was it he said to her then? Something about a hill of beans? Their troubles weren’t worth a hill of beans, compared to all the trouble going on in the world around them.I briefly considered telephoning Judith. She wasn’t even back in Durham yet. I could call her, caution her not to tell Emily about our little indiscretion.But.