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Mylana said,
turning to face me. Her features softened, “You fear too much,
Deirdra.” She caressed my hair, brushing it out of my
eyes.
    “Everything will be fine.
It is probably just her age affecting her. Things will fix
themselves. Okay?” Mylana gave me a warm smile and a soft kiss on
the forehead.
    “Alright,” I agreed and she
hugged me. "I have missed you, you and your wisdom!" I pulled back
so I could look at her.
    “As have
I, chérie .”
    I walked
into the room, the gentle scent of jasmine lingered in the air.
Walking past the love seat and pairing of Queen Anne chairs in the
seating area of her suite, I entered into her sleeping quarters
through the French doors. Nothing had changed since the last time I
had been there. The same perfumes, powders and creams cluttered the
top of the dresser. The bed was covered in deep red silk which
reminded me of blood. Thick velvet curtains of the same colour hung to shield her from the sun. Creatures of
habit we are; once accustomed to something, we hardly ever change
it. The room was cluttered with candelabras, oil lamps and sconces
hung on the wall, none of which were lit. The soft glow that
illuminated the room emanated from a small bedside lamp, producing
a warm, cozy feeling.
    The desire to be in my bath
washed over me. I felt I needed to be caressed by warm water and
have the wondrous scent of bath crystals waft around me. I wanted
to wrap myself in my sheets and hide from this night. This night
was supposed to be wonderful, but my long-awaited reunion had taken
a turn for the worse.
    “Mylana, I think I shall
head off. I am tired.”
    “We'll see you tomorrow
night then. I can tell you need the rest. Now go.” Her voice was
gentle and caring. She gave me a slight push and I slowly walked
out.
    It had
only been fo ur years since I was last in my
rooms, but it felt like much longer. Everything was the way it had
been when I left. Similar to Mylana’s room, I made my way through
the seating area where a simple white stone fireplace was the
center of attention. Two wing chairs sat opposite each other in
front of the fire place. This was my favorite place to read.
Passing over the threshold of French doors into my sleeping
quarters, the aroma of roses filled the room. Taking in the
wonderful scent, I smiled. The bouquet was made with blooms that
were an orange and peach blended flower.
    The same deep teal
comforter covered the four poster bed. Walking over to it, I
reached out and grazed the folded quilt at the foot of the bed. I
had found it about fifty years before and it reminded me of the one
my mother had made when I was a young girl. Making my way towards
the walk-in closet, I began to undress and tossed my clothes on a
nearby high-backed wooden chair. Slipping on my kimono robe, I made
my way to the bathroom and began to draw a bath.
    Stepping into the tub, I
slid deep into the foam created by the bubble bath. I lay in the
tub until the water turned cold. Once in bed, I fell asleep almost
before my head hit the pillow. It was still a while before the sun
was to rise, but I was exhausted. I had been able to relax and calm
down and I didn’t want to stay awake and taunt my mind with
unpleasant thoughts.
    I had not expected Elijah
to join me that morning, but he did. As the sun was rising he
climbed into bed beside me and held me close. I didn’t know where
he had gone that night, but I was grateful to not be sleeping
alone.
    The next several nights
everything was as it should have been–except that Eme never
returned to Chantonnay. No one, not even Elijah, knew where she had
gone. Elijah was a wreck. He was oblivious to everything around
him. He was trapped in his fear of losing Eme. Something must have
transpired between the two of them to agitate Elijah so much and to
cause Eme to run off. But I promised myself that I would not get
unnerved or worry too much. I could not let Elijah affect my
emotions or thoughts, or I'd become a mess. It would do no