He
graced her with a brief, condescending glance, then went back to
undressing.
A chilly gust of wind blew open the terrace doors and lifted the
curtains. He clucked his tongue as he crossed the room to close
the doors.
"Oh" Greta said sharply, coming up quickly behind him. "I was so
hot. I think I have a fever."
Ignoring her, he pulled the doors shut.
She angled her head to see outside. Jean-Pierre seemed to have
gotten away safely.
Matthew twisted the lock and grabbed the curtains and started to
slide them together. Suddenly he stopped and crouched a little.
"What's that?" he said, squinting outside.
"What's what, darling?" Greta said, hearing her own voice crack
as she rushed to his side.
Matthew stepped out onto the terrace.
"This." He bent over and picked something up. "It caught my eye
in the light," he said. From his fingers he dangled a fine gold
chain, with a sparkling gold object dangling from it. A charm of
some sort.
She scrutinized the object for an instant, then broke into a wide
smile. "Oh, there it is," she said, taking the chain in her hand
and holding it up with a glad smile on her face. "I've been
looking for this for days."
"Hmm. I've never seen that one before," Matthew said
indifferently before disappearing into the bathroom.
And neither had she. Her heart was galloping in her chest.
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