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Part 38: link


    “Arthur,” Gwen lifts her head from her reading, finally deciding to voice the thought that’s been rambling around her head since she got home pagina from church.
    “Hmm?” he asks, busily painting her toenails on the other end of the sofa. They actually are listening to one of Gwen’s albums, Miles Davis’ Birth of the Cool.
    “I don’t think your father came to your opening for no reason.”
    He lifts his head and looks at her.
    “I think he was trying to reach...

Part 19: link

    The jarring noise of a ringing phone snaps Arthur and Gwen out of the silent study they are making of one another as they lie together on her bed, holding each other, caressing, kissing softly. Reacquainting.
    Arthur groans in irritation while Gwen rolls to grab the phone.
    “Hello?” she says, sitting up.
    “Gwennie, u are home!” Freya’s voice exclaims on the other end.
    “Yes, I am. I was going to call u in a bit. I figured you’d be at work yet.”
    “I...