The circumstances never mattered. They could be an ocean apart, a marrige could be between them, years pass by but the affection they share is always there, intact. Eleanor had felt it over the years, the ease in which she could slip into his embrace, how his hand now covers her own. It's an unspoken thing. Whatever thing is unresolved between them, one thing is certain. The way they care about each other will never thaw.
"Jesus, he must he so old now. Probably as tall as you are," she comments as she makes the math of the last time Alfred's shared pictures of the boy he looked after as his own.
But that boy is not her main concern. And as much as she wants to bite her tongue and be patient, Eleanor cannot pretend for long. "Have you seen Kate?"
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The circumstances never mattered. They could be an ocean apart, a marrige could be between them, years pass by but the affection they share is always there, intact. Eleanor had felt it over the years, the ease in which she could slip into his embrace, how his hand now covers her own. It's an unspoken thing. Whatever thing is unresolved between them, one thing is certain. The way they care about each other will never thaw.
"Jesus, he must he so old now. Probably as tall as you are," she comments as she makes the math of the last time Alfred's shared pictures of the boy he looked after as his own.
But that boy is not her main concern. And as much as she wants to bite her tongue and be patient, Eleanor cannot pretend for long. "Have you seen Kate?"