She didn't go down to the riverbank the next evening. She
made herself wait, she was anxious to see you, but scared as well. Sunday
morning she went about her business as usual, subtly watching the clock,
waiting. At fifteen minutes past noon she pulled on her yellow jumper and
walked to the river. She saw you sitting on the bench facing the river. So she
quietly approached.
She sat down next to you and you looked at her and you
smiled. Then you handed her a sandwich. She took it and smiled back. You let
your hand drop onto the bench between you with your palm facing up.
She placed her hand over yours and you grasped it.
You both ate your sandwiches one-handed.
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