Tea and preparation

— When are you going to write it?
And I can tell the idea particularly appeals to her
It comes from her world I think
Maybe it comes from her
— Not really,
She says
— But… I don’t think I can explain.
Medusa sits in the chair on the left
Slender legs folded beneath her
One of her light summer dresses
Lightly clinging and flowing at the same time
– Do you make your own dresses?
She gives a single laugh
— Do you like them?
– I do.
— Will it make sense if I told you that you make them?
Blink
– Not really.
Leaning her head on one hand
Elbow on the arm of the chair
— When are you going to write it?
– That’s twice you’ve asked me.
— Three times.
Stare
— I asked you yesterday.
Stare
Blink
– Indeed.
Inhale
Exhale
– I think I have what I need.
Eyebrows
– I’ll begin writing… I don’t know. Tomorrow. I may hand-write it.
— In your book?
– I may not have a computer over the weekend, I’ll be at my sister’s.
Pause
– You really want me to write this one.
— Yes.
Stare
Staring right at me
The serpents still
— Yes I do.
She blinks
— It’s very important Vroenis.
I blink
— Very important to you.
Inhale
– And you?
A very small smile, lips closed
— Of-course.