Stains of Blue
Stainsof Blue His house was exactly how I had imaginedit, though the word 'house' seemed barely appropriate for the huge mansion,surrounded by a flourishing green garden I stood in front of. I had dismissedthe driver, who had gotten me from the airport, and now trying to regainmy composure, I stood there on my own, brushing some folds out of my knee-longblack skirt and white blouse. I couldn't make myself move, couldn't do one more step towards that door, whereHe would wait for me. He, the man...