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    In Shadows Love, Part Five

    Story written on December 30, 2006 by windrider.
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    Marina stopped reading, her hands shook, she pressed a hand to her mouth. No one made a sound, no one moved, until Jenny. She stepped out of the shadow, looked into her lover’s face and winced at the loss she saw there. She moved to her side, held out her hand for the letter.

    “So,” Jenny hooked her arm through Marina’s as they strolled the short distance to L’Limonaire.

     

    “So?”

     

    “What are we going to see?  A play?  A musical?  A concert? “

     

    “A little bit of everything, if I know Simone.”

     

    Jenny gave Marina a sharp look.

     

    “She is a bit of a modern-day Piaf,” Marina laughed, “though no one shocks us as Piaf did in her day, I think, we are so jaded.  Simone is practically a national treasure, particularly in the lesbian community.  She owns the club and she’ll be playing my mother’s parts, I suspect.  With her, anything can happen – theater, dance, film – any medium she can use.  She is quite a woman,” Marina smiled, the admiration clear on her face.

     

    Jenny stopped walking.  “Was she your lover?”

     

    “Are you serious?”  Marina’s surprise registered.

     

    Jenny shrugged, then walked on.  “Just curious, I guess.  None of my business really.”  She put her head down and walked faster.

     

    Marina shook her head with a wry smile, caught up in three long strides.  “Would it bother you if she had been?”  Marina tucked Jenny’s arm back into her own, looked straight ahead.

     

    Jenny looked off down the narrow street, with its little street stalls in shadow.  The moon was a sliver in the mist.  “I don’t know,” she glanced up, then back down.  “Maybe.”

     

    Marina puzzled over this.  It hadn’t occurred to her that Jenny might feel like this.  “Well, for a fact, no, she was not.”

     

    Jenny nodded.  Marina could hear the emphatic good in her thought.  She smiled in spite of herself as they walked into the club.  It looked like a good crowd.  The dance floor was crowded, the lights flashing, the heat rising off the dancers.  Everywhere women talking and touching and pressing hips against pelvis, breasts against back, thighs to thigh. 

     

    To the left of the small stage, a handful of musicians were setting up.  Simone was going all out for this one, Marina thought and, with Jenny in tow, threaded their way through the crowd looking for a table.

     

    Simone intercepted them, a flutter of greetings and kisses.  “Thank you so much for coming!  It means so very much!”

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