I didn’t think twice about it until I went to put the muffins in the oven. I glanced at the telephone before really looking at it. Blood. I drew my breath in quickly. Surely he was not bleeding when he walked in! I would have noticed, wouldn’t I? My stomach turned and my eyes closed slowly. Where did it come from? I resolved to simply wipe it off and forget the whole incident.
On Tuesday, I stood outside pruning my rosebushes when Darsie passed by. Distracted by his presence for the briefest of moments, I cut my ring finger just as a strong wind went past. Immediately, he turned on his heels, his eyes shining. His fingers twitched with utmost impatience as he made his way to my white picket fence. “Are you okay, dearest? Those scissors are terribly sharp. Would like me to bandage it for you?â€? My eyes opened wide and I shook my head, moving my hands behind my back. “Such a sweet smell…â€? he whispered in an aggravated tone.