Aside from the fire that raged in the backyard, everything was as it should have been and as it had been.
This was the new normal: Pavel's now-permanent absence, Sorin trying too hard to make up the difference and try to comfort his friend in the ways he knew how. They still had two weeks until the trial, and Malanda found herself wondering if he would survive it. Maybe she needed to go there, sit in on it, just make sure. But then what? Where did they go from there?
"They are at that restaurant at the seaside," Malanda explained to Michelle as the two of them browsed the wine rack in the kitchen. She had enough to drink already, but she wanted more.
She always wanted more. Maybe it was the blades at work.
"Since there are no classes tomorrow I suggested they take a long weekend to relax. I am kind of wishing I had done the same. Another red, do you think?"
but when all the gates have closed and you're tired
you stand awhile by the fire and it burns bright
a while, a while; you sit quiet