It was time for one of the night’s sessions that had gone on for some time now, ever since she had met Rainier by chance at the bar. He was tall and handsome, with a slight foreign accent she could not quite pick up. She’d gone home with him that very evening, surprised at herself for doing so, and from the onset he taught her new things. How convenient he lived only a block way. He was a new arrival in the neighborhood and wasn’t much at socializing. When they discovered each other, it was as if he had willed it. His aura was that empowering. Though the house had all the conveniences of modern times, she took a candlestick off the stand by the living room chairs and lit it. The match cover amused her and she read the title aloud, thinking of how practical it was. The Keystone Candle Shop. The sun had just set, so the lights were needed. “Darling? I’m coming.” She looked at herself in the mirror, and her impish features stared back at her. She looked like a modern Mary Pickford, only much taller.
