She laughed at me with a tiny hint of a smile.
She urged me to pick up the kids from school as the it is growing dark.
“Did you frighten anything?” I asked, with just the hint of smile on my face, all with my love to her.
But she did not rise to the bait.
She didn’t want to quarrel with me about the mood.
I whispered to her: “I love your t”. My voice echoed in the twilit neighborhood.
I can see the barely suppressed anger in her eyes under her stiff exterior. She loves me.
I can see the hills were cloaked in thick mist. I know she never like the thick mist and the dark twilight. After so many years, I was never accustomed to being made light of. But I need her. Now I can feel the nervous tension between she and me. We came perilously close to an argument. The sense of unease had come rushing back to me, maybe you want to empty your bowels now. Nothing is more hazardous than that.
Being a veteran of the rangings into the endless dark wilderness, I have no more terrors for the darkness.
