Patrice Kindl

I was banished from that world forever, I knew. I couldn't go back now. One day soon I would go away from here entirely; I would leave this house, perhaps never to return.I hugged myself, comforting my fear. Very well then, I thought, I will be my own house. I will build myself a house out of my own flesh and bones where my frightened child-self can find shelter. After all, isn't that one of the things that women do? We are houses for our children, shielding them from harm within the stronghold of our bodies, until they are strong enough to breathe and walk alone. So surely I must be able to give myself shelter now.

I love you, Althea__ou are so beautiful,_ murmured the young man into my ear.Well, I was willing enough. I looked up at him from under my eyelashes. __ love you too,_ I confessed. I averted my gaze and added privately, __ou are so rich.__nfortunately, I apparently said this aloud, if just barely, and his hearing was sharper than one would expect, given his other attributes.

Let us agree that we are marrying so we can go on quarreling in the greatest comfort and convenience. Oh, please, Althea, look at me. Do say yes.