He pointed to the desk chair and nodded. “Sit there, I’ll take the wingback.” She eased into his chair. Fit her fine, almost as well as her own back home. He plopped down on the plush chair across from the desk. With paper straightened, inkwell opened, and feather-tickled chin, she looked up and smiled. “I’m ready. Sure hope this is the right thing to do.” “It is.” She wished she shared his confidence, but wasn’t nearly as certain. Especially since she’d already told him too much, the secrets of her heart and experience—or lack thereof—things Chester didn’t even know. Did she truly want to hear all the intimate details of his life with Sue? He commenced his telling. Jotting down key phrases and ideas, she mostly committed the word pictures he painted to memory. After what seemed like an hour or better, he finally got to Sue showing up. The man certainly chased a lot of rabbits and gave her way too much detail and back story.
