| That night, he went into the park hoping to have another vision or whatever it is of her. Nothing happened for a long while and after twenty minutes of standing there, he began to lose hope. He turned around and started for home when he heard someone laugh. It was a light, happy female laugh. He looked around him. He couldn’t see anyone. “Who’s there?” he demanded. No response. Again, he heard laughter. “Show yourself! Why are you laughing?” “You’d be laughing too if you saw what I saw.” The voice said. “What do you see?” “I see a strange man standing in the middle of the park doing nothing. What were you doing?” “That’s none of your business.” “Oh really? What if it was?” “I highly doubt it.” He crossed his arms over his chest. Suddenly he felt someone breathing in his ear. He felt the familiar shock of delight run through his being like lightning. He whirled around. No one was there. The voice laughed again. “Do you still doubt it?” she asked. “You’re the girl from last night. I was waiting for you. Come on out. Please?” “Oh and ruin the fun? I don’t think so. If you really want to see me, follow me.” Tristan saw a flash of red fabric from behind a tree. He started in that direction. He would walk for a few minutes and when he started to think he lost his way, he saw another flash of red and his hope would renew. Finally, he came upon a large Victorian house. He saw the door open a little and the woman in red enter. He entered the house cautiously and looked around. The house was decorated with the most elegant, beautiful furniture he had ever seen. He could tell the person in this house had a good deal of money. Tristan walked into the wonderful living room and just stood there. He admired the lovely couch. Slowly he laid the tip of his finger on the arm. “Don’t be afraid. You can look at anything you want.” He turned around to see a gorgeous woman standing in the doorway. She was wearing a long red silk gown. |