Chapter 70 third chapter

I remember our conversation with Heely on our second reunion, when we had just visited the villa along the beach near Fewaron for the first time and were walking along the sand.Aaron was left by us in the city under the care of Margaret.Fortunately it is.I didn't really feel comfortable with that kid.In my mind, only the unmistakable majesty of his green eyes, the disturbing uniformity of his short dark curly hair, and his slightly upturned short nose linked him to me...and us....Other than that, the sneer that flickers across his face every time Ciri berates him, Ciri never sees it and I see it.This kind of cynical and well-proportioned sneer was so sophisticated on a ten-year-old child.I know that all too well.But I should have thought that this sort of thing is learned, not hereditary.

"You don't understand anything," Siri said to me.She was wading barefoot in a shallow tidal pool, occasionally lifting a delicate French horn-shaped shell, inspecting it for blemishes before throwing it back into the muddy water. "I'm well trained," I replied. "Yeah, I'm sure you're well-trained," Shirley agreed, "and I know you're capable, Merren. But you still don't know anything!" I was irritated, but didn't know how to answer, just walked along the edge of the pool with my head down.I dug a white lava rock out of the sand and threw it far into the bay.Rain clouds were gathering on the eastern horizon, and I found myself longing to get back to the boat.At first I was reluctant to go back, but now I see it was a mistake.This was my third time staying in Maui, and the poet and her citizens called it our second reunion.I will be twenty-one years old in five months.Sealy had just celebrated her thirty-seventh birthday three weeks ago.

"There's a lot of places I've been that you've never seen," I finally said.This sounds self-willed and childish even to me. "Um, yeah," Siri said, applauding enthusiastically.For a split second, I seemed to catch a glimpse of my other Shirley in her enthusiasm—the young girl I'd dreamed of day after day during the long nine-month return trip.But soon that image faded into harsh reality, and I could clearly see her short hair, slack neck muscles, and prominent veins on the back of her hand, which had once been so alluring. "I'll never see the places you've been," said Shirley excitedly.Her voice remained the same.Little has changed. "Merun, my dear, you have seen things that I could never have imagined. You probably know more about the universe than I know whether there are things. But, my dear, you still have nothing Understand!"

"What the hell are you talking about, Sealy?" I sat on a log half submerged in the sand by the wet sand strip, my knees bent, and a fence lay between us. Siri strode out of the tide pool and knelt before me.She took my hand, and even though my hand was bigger and heavier, with thicker fingers and bones, I could still feel the strong grip between her fingers.I imagined it was a strength born of my years of not being around her. "One lives to be truly sensible, my dear. Having Aaron taught me that. Parenting opens one's eyes to what is real." "what do you mean?"

Siri squinted elsewhere for a few seconds before brushing back a lock of hair nonchalantly.Her left hand gripped mine tightly. "I don't know either," she said softly. "I think people have feelings when things don't really matter. I don't know how to put it. If you've had thirty years speaking to a room full of strangers, how much better than fifteen years?" For you who have been through this for years, it will be much less stressful. You know what to expect from that room and the people in that room, and you seek it out. If it doesn’t exist, You also pre-sense this and go off to do your own thing. You just gradually figure out what is right and what is wrong, but you don't have time to grasp the difference. Do you understand what I said , Mei Run? Do you understand a little bit of what I mean?"

"No," I said. Shirley nodded, biting her lower lip.But for a while she didn't speak again.Instead, she leaned in and kissed me.Her lips were dry, with a hint of hesitation.I flinched, seeing the sky above her, and wanted to think a little.But then I felt the warmth from the tip of her tongue coming slowly, so I closed my eyes.Behind us, the tide was closing in on us.I felt a heartwarming warmth, and Siri unbuttoned my shirt, razor-sharp nails slicing my chest, and I stood up.For a moment I felt that we were not real. I opened my eyes and saw her unbuttoning the last button on the front of her white dress.Her breasts were fuller and more plump than I remembered.The wind was bitter, and I pulled the clothes off her shoulders, and our upper bodies pressed together, sliding down the logs to the warm sand.I leaned closer to her, wondering why I thought she was stronger than me.

Her skin is salty. Shirley helped me with her hands.Her short hair clings to the whitish logs and calico and sand.My pulse beats faster than the tide's beat. "Do you understand, Meirun?" Our warmth merged into one, and after a few seconds, she asked me softly. "Understood." I answered her softly.Actually I don't understand.