My scorching obsession
to meet Alice’s parents had
burnt itself out. I no longer
broached the subject with Alice,
because she flared up, and I didn’t
like to see her sad. So it was totally
unexpected when Alice invited me
to afternoon tea, to visit her folks.
To finally meet and speak with these
shadowy figures was something
remarkable. I itched to ask Alice
why she’d relented, but I kept silent.
I quietly relished this upcoming visit,
because I believed it would somehow
explain the beautiful conundrum
that was Alice.