” She winced. “No, you shouldn’t have to do that. I love you, Maya.”The picture went still, and became what it had always been. The corner was...n’t glowing anymore, and nothing happened when Maya touched it again. Worried she would forget, she took notes of her grandmother’s words, as close as she could recall them.So, Sonia is my Ward, she thought. She realised she knew her precise position, just as if it were any other part of her body. She looked at the clock, and ran to school. She had to see. “Ms. Pierson, no need to apologize, you’re here now so let’s enjoy our jog,” I told her.“You set the pace again this morning Ms. Pierson and I’ll follow,” I told her. She took off at a fast pace and I was right behind her. I couldn’t keep from watching her ass as she ran, she was graceful and ran easily with her long strides. I pulled up beside her and looked at her face, she looked at me and smiled.We didn’t say anything for a full lap, then she slowed down when we were at the back of the. As we sat there, legs entwined and running our hands up and down each others’ arms (still twitching a little from the espresso), we noticed a boy running back and forth between groups of people and a candy shop. He would speak to the group for a moment, then hand them a bag before running back to an old man standing in the door of the shop. Then he’d run back to the group before finding another. Finally he ran over to us. ‘Caramello???’ he beamed as he held a plastic bag full of red and white. Le chemin longe une vaste étendue d’herbe au centre de laquelle se trouve une vielle maison couverte de lierre. Des chaises longues, une table basse. Ayant probablement entendu son approche, une jeune femme d’une trentaine d’année, avec des cheveux blonds cendres se soulève de la chaise longue sur laquelle elle prenait le soleil, la main en visière elle regarde Fabienne. 'Bonjour', dit-elleFabienne s’arrête, pose un pied a terre.'Heu je suis désolée, je crois que ce chemin est prive non.