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    Love Soul Heaven Hell – Chapter XIII

     
    "And you know what?," she asked rhetorically, "Soon after, I realized and knew for sure that she still loves me.  Apart from all the little things that she does, I can feel it in the way she touches me, kisses me, looks at me.  Makes love.  It’s as if whatever it was that transpired between you two was … I don’t know … a momentary lapse."
     
    Tina drew her eyes away from the champagne, and looked at Marissa, and found her eyes were shut.  
     
    Tina asked, "What about you?"
     
    Marissa answered slowly, eyes still shut, "Yup… it was a lapse, alright."
     
    Tina drained her glass, sat up, and picked at the cheese in her salad.  She continued, "Bette said it was like an eclipse, something that blocked out the light and heat of the sun.  But only for a few minutes," Tina paused.  "Otherwise, she says the sun continues to shine, continues to bathe the earth with light. With heat."
     
    Marissa smiled, and sat up also, then murmured, "Poetic."
     
    She speared some lobster meat with her fork, sat back and nibbled on it. "So she’s stamped the sparks out, huh?"
     
    Tina nodded, and forked a bunch of leaves from her salad, glanced at Marissa, then asked, with a slight edge, "You haven’t?"
     
    Marissa didn’t respond immediately, swallowed the rest of the lobster on her fork, then sighed heavily, again, "I’ve tried. Desperately."
     
    She sat up, and drained her own glass.
     
    She picked up Tina’s glass, filled it with champagne.  Then filled her own with the remaining liquid in the bottle.
     
    "Wendy and I have made up," she continued.  "We’re trying to get back on track. Did special things. Spent the weekend in my place in the Hamptons. Took a romantic sailboat ride, made love on the boat as the sun set."
     
    "When she flew out for work yesterday, we also felt we were good.  That we were getting to a good place," she paused.
     
    "But?," Tina asked, heart hammering at what Marissa was hinting at.
     
    "But … I don’t know," Marissa stammered.  "I’d never experienced anything like that.  It felt like I couldn’t breath, couldn’t move, like I was pinned down or something …"

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