ten and more years…

The Pavoni is hissing steam, a small amount bubbling out of the pressure valve. She had bought it for his birthday half a decade or more ago. He is sitting at the table with a book and drnking the coffee he made a short while ago, thinking that perhaps he should make another cup. She has gone to collect the children from school, some of the security people are following her at a discreet distance. It is Thursday they always follow her on Thursday. She is working at her domesticity. “How do I learn to do this ? How did i learn to do this ?” She said that she had talked about it with her analyst again recently. Just do it, her analyst had said, and tell me about how it feels afterwards. Remember you can always talk about it with me. Perhaps an unconscious learning from the women around my early childhood. The subtly of semiotic processes he’d said to her. He was both surprised and delighted that she had taken to analysis with such interest. He looks out the window, adjusting his chair so he can look out the window and with a small turn of the body reach the coffee and book. This is actually the place that we stopped running, a house, gardens, extended now after she bought the house next door, demolished the house and replaced it with a single story extension that had an office, library, gymnasium, small kitchen and bathroom. There was a safe buried into the concrete foundations hidden under the floor of the library. The library was the biggest room in the extension, full of english language, japanese books and a desktop computer on a low desk, which the children used to play games on. She was intending to buy the house at the bottom of the garden… And then there were the woods down the road. Fifteen or twenty acres of woodland and a field that the were expanding the woodland into. Children, work, life…