MILDRED
LITTLE ACT OF AFFECTION
I was by the table in no time. Hesitating meant heightening Enid's fury.
He frowned at my night dress and was not pleased to see my hair now pulled into a messy ponytail.
Enid was in a beautiful cream dress shirt, his hair was brushed to perfection and his cologne was intoxicating. He stirred up a fire in my soul Every Time he was this close.
My eyes watched his face dropping on his full lips. He was not mad anymore. His lips were no longer crimped and his eyes were void of spite from earlier.
"You're not dressed yet?" That was all he said after a careful study of me.
"I didn't know we'd be going somewhere else," I replied honestly.
Tonight was the last phase of the revival, the meal and wine celebration and I didn't dare imagine Enid wanted me
