Proserpina

Proserpina

I was aching to see my little ones, Ria, Piers and Claude and introduce them to the babies. Ria had already decided that they would be choosing the names of the little ones. THEY meant, of course, herself. Piers was overruled when he came up with what she called ‘stuffy sounding’ names.

Danielle and Aiyana had been to see me the previous afternoon. They were leaving and they had come to say goodbye.

As Aiyana, whose arm was still in a sling, stepped to me, she said quietly,

‘You need to forgive Delano.’

As I raised my eyebrows and looked at her, she said, controlled and dispassionate as ever,

“He’s a great fighter and a tough Boss. But he’s hurting now.”

Danielle took up the thread of the conversation, and continued,” And Schwartz was to blame, you know; him and his flirty ways.”

And seeing the mutinous expression on my face, the ever loyal Danielle growled,

“Kid, that man of yours loves you. Seriously.”

She sighed and groped for a cigar, then remembered she could not smok