page53 (1/2)

“Who’s on cutting?”

“It’s my turn, I think,” Rachel volunteered

I held out the designated fruit knife as though it were a regal sword, bowing deep before my queen

Her technique was still a bit rough but her enthusiash many pieces of fruit of all types aside frooes which Rachel was It was a Rockwell portrait of perfect domestic bliss Pride before the Fall

It was my fault really I never told her about avocados How their ‘stones’ very lance off blades better than plate arhtly before it sprang back

“Fuck!” Rachel screarim purpose

It was like a reflex So fast even I didn’t even knoas doing it The offending knife clattering into the sink in the same instant as I took her wrist Her blood was into stem the flow What started as surprise soon turned to cal hat looked very , I pulled a paper towel fro for a h

The cut wasn’t deep but in one of the worst places possible Right between her thuer

“‘Tis no deeper than a well, nor wider than a church door,” I muttered

“A plague on both your houses”

Our eyes locked, each burning with their own color of fire, the sa the fla desperation driving us together I lifted Rachel onto the shelf opposite the sink as she untied her robe The tight knot finally giving way to reveal her full glory