The Seine River
traveled along, quickened by the spring melt-off. On both banks, the murky
water rose, churning swirls of foam onto the crests of miniature waves. At the
Ile de la Cite, the waters abruptly divided, splitting into two separate paths
while the obstacle remained stolidly in place.
She looked down at
her hands and blinked back the tears. He gulped. This was not the way he
had envisioned it.
She looked up then,
and a wayward tear spilled over, forming a small stream down her cheek.
"It's just that-- To find out this way…" Her words drifted off.
"Oh…you're
right. I should have told you."
There was an
uncomfortable moment that lasted an eternity. Overhead, the robins sang in the
bare arms of the trees.
Finally, she spoke.
"Well…I suppose you've told me now. And it's over?" She arched an
eyebrow, and he nodded emphatically. "Good," she said, nodding
herself. "Then it's done. We never need to speak of this again."
She stood and took
his arm.
At the southern end
of the Ile de la Cite, the Seine River converged once more and continued on its
way.
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