Inspiration.
The pleasure principle 
An absolute joy
But we are not men
And you are not strong
And we are not fools
I call you 'mirror'
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:30:48)
She knew she should not have had that last glass of red
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:30:59)
he felt dead awkward
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:31:10)
she sighed
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:31:15)
switched off the tv
Ferryman says: (22:31:22)
he had wanted it, but felt too polite to pour the bottle into his own glass
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:31:27)
snapped off the light
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:31:34)
went back into the room
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:31:50)
He was always so polite
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:31:57)
She needed to get used to that
And she knew he wanted another glass
Ferryman says: (22:33:38)
It was a vexing question. He was here, he knew that, but felt strangely ethereal. Time moved around them like smoke from a thick cigar
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:33:44)
She fidgeted as he began to ramble
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:34:03)
the bottle of wine now the centrepiece
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:34:15)
she mused ...should she get more
Ferryman says: (22:34:47)
Does she have more wine? Should I ask?
Ferryman says: (22:35:00)
His eyes flickered around the unfamiliar room
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:35:03)
Oh...I'll get more wine she muttered
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:35:24)
She walked...trying to remain sedate and sophisticated...
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:35:30)
towards the door...
Ferryman says: (22:35:58)
His smiled followed her, humoured by her awkward ness
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:36:30)
Stumbling through into the kitchen the harsh light blasted back to reality
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:36:57)
She tried to find that extra b ottle she'd bought
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:37:07)
at Asda...earlier in the day
Ferryman says: (22:37:44)
Turning, his eyes fell on a small box on the carpet.
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:37:50)
She knew he was smiling and began to blush...even inside the darkness of the cupboard that hid that remaining bottle
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:37:59)
oh...she realised
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:38:02)
he'd seen it
Ferryman says: (22:38:45)
And then to the decor, the bookshelves. The birdcage. He could hear at least one cat. There was a photograph of a young girl in a frame above the fireplace, and some flowers that were a day or three past their best
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:39:02)
The photo...
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:39:11)
her daughter...the very same
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:39:19)
the very essence of her
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:39:24)
He would see that
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:39:27)
know that
Ferryman says: (22:39:47)
She had her mother's eyes, but it wasn't a great picture. Herself as a child? There was a suited man's arm around her shoulder
Ferryman says: (22:39:58)
Was it her? A daughter perhaps?
It was hard to see in candellight, and his curiosity surprised him
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:40:26)
It was her
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:40:52)
the nature of the shadows made the eyes appear like hers
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:41:00)
yet this was a young girl
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:41:03)
innocent
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:41:07)
loving
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:41:19)
hiding much behind those eyes
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:41:54)
She sensed his curiousity, mistook his discomfort
Ferryman says: (22:42:24)
He heard her closing the door in the kitchen, and shifted in his seat
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:42:52)
Turning to face him, she knew this was the moment
She sensed his discomfort...and then...'yes, it's me'
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:44:37)
'it was taken a long time ago'
Ferryman says: (22:44:39)
There was a silence, and he became aware that the music he had not previously been aware of had stopped playing several minutes ago
Ferryman says: (22:44:49)
The photo, on the mantlepiece?
Ferryman says: (22:44:57)
I was wondering about it
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:45:09)
She stood there...yes...it's me...it's quite faded now
Ferryman says: (22:45:17)
Yes
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:45:22)
She offered the wine, smiling
Ferryman says: (22:45:23)
It's you?
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:45:29)
shrugged her shoulders
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:45:34)
Age...
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:45:39)
comes to us all
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:45:49)
She smiled...and waited
Ferryman says: (22:45:53)
Don't apologise. I thought it was. Your eyes... your smile
Ferryman says: (22:46:03)
These things don't age
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:46:34)
'Mmmm I agree,' she turned and face the photp appearing lost in thoughts
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:46:41)
maybe childhood
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:46:44)
maybe hope
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:46:49)
maybe regret
Ferryman says: (22:47:00)
How old are you? In the picture I mean
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:47:41)
oh...Oh the photo...she suddenly asserted herself, took control, ' about six i think'
Ferryman says: (22:48:22)
He was turning thoughts over in his head. Trying to date the picture by the girl's dress, or its faded quality.
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:48:49)
She hesitated, 'More wine' No question mark
Ferryman says: (22:49:38)
Still at a loss to understand why it mattered, and why he had even felt drawn to it in the first place. Sensing her changing the subject, he held out his glass
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:50:14)
She poured and turned her back to to the photo...ridiculous she even had it there
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:50:31)
She knew he sensed a change
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:50:42)
She lightened her tone...
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:51:01)
So, You figured you'd come round and ask me yourself then?
Ferryman says: (22:51:04)
He'd been careless. Invasive
Ferryman says: (22:51:18)
Relief. A tangible question
Ferryman says: (22:51:21)
Well...
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:51:38)
Again that look...She must keep talking
Ferryman says: (22:52:02)
Do you mind? he asked. Me just coming round?'
Miss Hudson Boo says: (22:52:44)
'No' she smiled, and then more quietly, 'No, no not at all, I just don't want to give a bad impression!'
Ferryman says: (22:53:47)
He smiled. 'You haven't'. Sipped the wine. 'It's not an impression I wanted to find anyway. I just called because... well
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