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We each had one of Steffy’s hands and every now and again, would swing her into the air. She loved it; whenever we did it, she squealed with delight. We continued until we got to Annie’s place, then I hoisted Steffy onto my shoulders. She had a great time slapping my head with her little hands. She was happy. I was happy. Annie was happy. It felt good to spend time around her. She was kind and mature—a real woman, not a selfish child, like Jane. ________

One Sunday night, I woke up at 3 a.m., restless, hungry for something, but not food. I tried reading, but couldn’t concentrate. I paced around the room for 15 minutes, then threw on a bathrobe and went outside for some air. I sat by the pool for a while, enjoying the warm breeze on my bare skin. I walked down the path towards Annie’s place. One dim light was on inside. I roamed around the backyard for a while, then knocked softly on her window. “Come in,” she said. “The door’s open.” I slipped inside without saying a word. Annie was in bed, the sheet pulled up to her neck. Except for the soft glow from a nightlight in the bathroom, the room was in shadows. It was so quiet; I could hear my heart beating. Annie watched me stand against the wall for a few minutes, then pulled back the sheet, inviting me into her bed. I hesitated, wondering what in the world I was doing there in the middle of the night with our 63year-old nanny, and yet, I was drawn to her. I climbed in beside her and she took my hand. Her touch was firm and reassuring. After a few minutes, I let go and sat on the edge of the bed. She got on her knees and rubbed my shoulders.

She worked her way up and down my back. Then she

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The Fine Line Issue 3  

The Fine Line presents its third compilation of art, fiction and poetry by contributors Francis Raven, Michael Young, Dorothee Lang, Raj Sha...

The Fine Line Issue 3  

The Fine Line presents its third compilation of art, fiction and poetry by contributors Francis Raven, Michael Young, Dorothee Lang, Raj Sha...

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