Entre Nous

"Were you trying to nap? Or were you trying to wake up?" The young architect, whom my mother was wary of and my father welcomed, leaned his face through the soft green grape vines, cutting across the faint spring. I was lying on the hammock my father had tied under the shade of the broad-leaved grapevines, tossing and turning, trying to take a nap. "I'll fall asleep if you leave, and I'll wake up if you stay by my side." The stranger's face appeared and disappeared between the sunlit blue leaves a couple of times, then soon looked down at me, smiling brightly. "A good answer." * A secret and intimate spring day story unfolding in a mansion in a beautiful, small city in the South of Fr...