Vesta’s cheeks burned! Yes, her letter from Jean was racy – perhaps a little more than racy – but it was unexpected, too. Vesta and Jean had … been together… off and on for decades, and neither of them seemed to think beyond the moments in each others’ presence. Unspoken, that arrangement had nonetheless been mutual. She was unsure of the point of his letter, though. No invitation to return, no announcement of his visit. No political tirades, no description of a new project.
Vesta stared out at the pre-spring gloom reminiscing about Jean. They’d met in Paris where he’d had a post-doc and she’d been a young professor living in a rooming house.
They’d had passionate talks about politics, sometimes shouting, and lots of wine. But they’d always made it up in the end.
She smiled and considered a racy reply.