was up with this person,
 
 Bree? And was she
 
 a permanent fixture?
 
 But I’d like to get to know you.
 
 I Wanted to Know Him, Too
 
 Wanted to know
 
 what Guinivere knew.
 
 Bree might have pulled him
 
 closer, tempted his kiss that very
 
 moment, given hers in return.
 
 But with a sudden slam, reality
 
 kicked into gear. Downstairs,
 
 Guinivere called his name.
 
 He answered,
 
 Up here.
 
 I looked in his eyes, caught
 
 a hint of warped humor,
 
 jumped up to go inside.
 
 He asked,
 
 How long are you staying?
 
 Not long enough, I wanted
 
 to say. But I told him,
 
 “Three weeks.”
 
 He said,
 
 Not much time.
 
 Footsteps on the stairs.
 
 Bree vanished, leaving
 
 panic in her wake.
 
 He finished,
 
 But maybe enough.