The man that commits crimes’ second wife did not respond/as though he was not there/her book was more important
“Do you know how the color of fresh blood after it first leaves the body has a certain brightness which reflects other colors in its vicinity” The man that commits crimes asked,
“Do you?” He asked again, this time with insistence
“Darling, are you listening to me?” He pushed
The man that commits crimes knew she was listening, but wanted to be poignant
“Yes of course honey, I am listening to you – go on” She moved her face so as to look straight at him,
“Go on,” she said and remained immobile as she impatiently stared at him
“I mean, blood that has been spilled unto a white surface, how it glows, how it reflects the hues of the objects around it, a scarlet color of special richness, that is pure – but filled with other hues, do you know what I mean?” The man that commits crimes waited for an answer
“Totally, totally red” He pushed his question,
“Yes”, She responded as she struggled to visualize what he was talking about
“I think so”, “why are asking me this?” She asked,
“You were wearing that color on your skin, the first time I saw you – it was the color of red and it was on the very surface of your skin – to the outside of your being – you had covered yourself with this translucent colored shield and it had a life of its own, completely separate from who you are and it stared at me; and through your eyes, it controlled your will and used your eyes to look at me – this color, ever since that day, only comes out when we make love; this side of you has sought me and once it saw into my soul, I have never been the same, nor do I think that I ever will”,
The man that commits crimes reached over and softly kissed the forehead belonging to his second wife,
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