She opens the door, familiar sweet elven face registering surprise.
“Wow! What are you doing here?”
We’d met up only earlier in the week and said our farewells.
“What happened? I thought you were in Cambridge!”
“Yeah. Phhh… Zelda wasn’t pleased to see me. She said I could still stay for the night, but I couldn’t face it.”
“Oh… Aw, you poor thing. I’m sorry.”
She offers a chaste yet sympathetic hug. I can feel my tears hovering. Her long black hair brushes my face and neck, and her animal smell… Sweet, like that intimacy of feeding a horse handfuls of grass – hot, sweet breath. The child in me just longs to be held and comforted.