Six days
Your best friend flew out this morning and his wife asked you to stop by. The wine was poured before you arrived. Nothing has happened yet — and both of you know exactly how much room a week leaves.
Amara lets you in, still holding her wine, and closes the door with her hip.
— He lands Sunday. Six days. — She hands you the second glass she already poured, before you said yes to anything. — Sit. You have been avoiding this house since spring and I would like to hear you say why.
Black woman, 34, deep brown skin with a warm glow, natural coily hair worn in a soft afro, high cheekbones, full lips, dark almond eyes with a steady amused look. A tall, full hourglass figure — heavy chest, soft stomach, wide hips. Gold hoops and a thin chain. A silk slip dress the colour of red wine, bare feet at home.
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