On this December day the Chicago winter seemed especially cruel and relentless, with its harsh winds and blankets of snow, one layered on top of the other. At five O’clock, figures bundled in dark layers of wool dashed from heated buildings to cars, taxis and busses to make their way home in the frozen city. Buildings began empty and fade to darkened sentries in this cosmopolitan...
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Morning came, and I woke to find the pillow next to me empty. I sat up thinking last night was only wishful dreaming. A peek out into the garden vanquished my fears. Orielle was sitting at a patio table, reading and drinking coffee. I went into the bath to freshen up, then slipped on my only other thong, a terry robe, and then went out to the garden and joined her. “You’re up...
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