“Clara, your eyes are burning! Ha! It is precisely this fighting side of you that Miguel loves so much. On the other hand, it is Jacques who loves the soft, dreamy, imaginative part of you. For Jacques, the fables of your mind are as real as the buildings on Saint-Germain-des-Prés!”
“Does that mean that I should put them together and make one out of two?”
“Clara, you’re impossible!”
“Ha! That is exactly why we are friends, isn’t it Angelo?”
He laughed and turned his head toward the ocean. His black curly hair was in a ponytail. His profile silhouetted against the sky like a Minoan fresco on a palace wall in ancient Crete.
I made a rush toward the ocean.
Angelo and the role he was to play in our lives. How little I knew then.
Excerpt from the manuscript Glass Lovers