Really, but then... I remember her doubt, her fear. What she said.
The past, what still weighs heavily. And I shake my head softly. Changing course.
"... that we could do something this weekend," I finished.
Her expression changes, she relaxes and smiles.
"Something like what?"
I lean forward a little, regaining my confidence.
"Whatever you want."
A pause.
"We could get out of town... or stay. Something quiet."
She nods.
"I like the idea."
And smile, and that smile... it confirms to me that I did well.
That it is not the time, not yet.
I raise my glass and take a small sip, but inside... The idea does not disappear.
She is still there, firm.
Clara... in my house, with me. As it should always have been.
I watch her again as she talks about something else, something light, so
