“Sit here,” Sharon said, patting the bed. “That can’t be comfortable.”
Clione put her glass down. “I’m going to go.”
“So soon?” Reed said. He stood up. “It’s pouring out, can’t you wait for—”
“No, I think I want to be alone.” She went to the door and opened it, looking out for a second as the rain poured down. “Dinner was fun.” Before Reed could answer she had darted into the night. The door swung slowly open again after she was gone.
Reed looked at Sharon. She looked at him. Neither of them said anything. Sharon took a sip of the red.
“Is it okay if I stay?” Sharon asked. “Just until the rain lets up?”
Reed went to the threshold. Across the courtyard he saw the girl’s dorm open and a splash of yellow light across the garden as Clione went inside. Then it was dark again.
“I guess,” he answered, closing the door and returning to the bed.
“More wine?” Sharon asked, shifting her weight toward him.
Day Five
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