PEARL July 1914
We lay in each other"s arms, in the after of a sweet joining, in the moist nakedness of us.
I would wonder, in the days ahead, if it was the announcement that day of Europe at war that had driven us so ferociously into each other that night or our never-failing need. No sweet words came from our lips to the pillows that cradled our heads that night, no expressions of love that were the favored fruit we ate upon in the after.
“I admit my ignorance, dearest,” I confessed, listening to the slowing beat of his heart as my ear rested upon his chest. I felt no need to defend my ignorance as any sign of deficient intellect for Peter had always claimed he admired my brain as much as my body. My brain had been too full of daily life and suffrage for much else of late. “Explain it
