Chapter Five
He’s in my house when I arrive there. Looking through the window I gaze on his soft face and see his soulful eyes peer about the room as though he’s saying good-bye—seeing the walls, the tapestries and the prints that cover them for the last time. Why so sad? I wonder. He carries a length of leather in his hand—a fine one I’ve never seen before, nothing crude like the ones I know he’s made for himself. For the first time, I truly wonder where he lives and how he lives when he’s not with me. This curiosity is very rich. But I can’t entertain the thought for too long, I’m afraid to leave him waiting for me.
It’s late morning. She walks into the house surprised to see me. Perhaps even more surprised that I’m holding a punishment strap in my hand. She won’t know this is
