Disciple

On that day, our one-month stint as master and retainer was over. What never stopped were the questions. Questions, at the café, a glum spot for me as a customer; at ritzy establishments around the city, venues where she and the doctor sought secrets and traded la bise with socialites, a trace of summer fever in their fashions; in the metro, alone with Selene; in the calm of our chaste slumber, awake with her dreaming at my side.