Her Forte Is A Slow Foray In The Foyer

The longing is the hardest part

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“Do you want to talk to her?" said Irene, who was a friend of my former lover.

“Of course I do," I replied, as we sat there in the hotel lobby with mutual friends.

“She just arrived from the airport. I don’t know if she feels up to coming down to the lobby."