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    Even now Sonia could hear Edwin’s steady footsteps sifting through the lawn on their way toward the veranda- his body enveloped in the cool tempting shade of the friendly coconut trees- peeking into the public interior. People always wandered in and out of the house neighbors, relatives, council men, important people some well known others friends or family of relatives or neighbors. It was always sunny, whether sad days were inevitable they were well hid. She disliked the usual, people flocking in and out though she learned to smile and most people accepted it. But she never felt that way.

Her stepfather called her from the kitchen, he lived with weak limbs and had a limp that wouldn’t go away, and his eyelids sagged over his sad eyes as if attempting to close them. His hair was pinched with patches of silver. She answered from her little make shift room in the basement, placed the mirror near a candle. There wasn’t any electricity in the basement. Then without a care in the world she headed toward the stairs.

Edwin stood as usual with his back turned toward her, “Mrs. Jefferson is arriving this evening.

  Anna arrived earlier than expected. Laughter echoed through the floor boards sinking into her ears with the tattering of the leaking faucet feet away from her dark brown close cropped head of hair, naturally curled embracing her shoulders. The shallow laughter opened a void in the pit of her stomach that for a while she forgot existed.

“Nice to see you Edwin,” Anna polished him with her keen beady eyes, let her guard down for a minute and handed him her hand. He took it, his eye on the boy in his door way. She followed his gaze. He stepped forward instinctively “Christian Jefferson,” his introduction cold and bitter. Edwin smiled wryly, ignored the boys’ tone and merely motioned him to sit.

“I see you have not changed after all the years of marriage,” Edwin said he had seen this smile before and was prudent not to fare in it.

“I have not changed at all,” his fingers lay cramped on his lap as he tried to recapture his once charming and elegant exterior, “The times have.”