This man’s impulsivity rubbed off on Valerina as she slipped out of the bed without waking him. Taking few steps out of the bedroom, she opened the closet in the hallway and took out a large, leather portfolio from the bottom shelf. Placing object under her right arm, she pulled a box from the top shelf.
Kneeling down and laying portfolio onto the floor, she removed the twine and pulled out a sketchbook and out of the box came two pencils. Because of this man, this woman was about to do something else she hadn’t done in many years.
Sitting in the window box of her bedroom, Valerina sketched Gio as he lay sleeping. Thinking about everything that had gone on since his arrival at the vineyard, she smiled to herself with every line of the pencil making contact with paper in capturing this beautiful subject.
For a woman who had never known the touch of any other man aside her husband she married when she was 17, Valerina was a sheltered rose when it came to her own sexual horizon. Those obvious thoughts of what was occurring with Gio made their way through her psyche. Maybe, if they had been two different people at another place and time more than this quartet of days would be just the seed of a burgeoning relationship.
Yet, that silver strand that dangled on her ankle opened her heart to a plateau of passion that she would have never imagined. Her soul ascended with this gift given by Gio.
A ringing telephone downstairs broke her focus and sketchbook was tossed onto window seat, as she wanted that noise not to wake him before the sketch was completed. Valerina returned from answering the phone to find her sketchbook gone from the window box and Gio awake.
Standing there naked with that sketchbook in his hands, he was nicely surprised at her artistry, “You are a woman of many wonderful gifts, Valerina”.
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