Remember I am only posting the first 300 words of a chapter. So some might end in mid-sentence.
Months later. Steopa rolled over and laid his arm across Rebecka side. She pulled his hand up to her chest. He rested his chin next to her ear.
“I would like some pirogies,” he said.
Rebecka giggled. “Didn't you eat enough last night?”
Steopa raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The candles in their room lit. Rebecka rolled on her back. She reached behind her and ran her finger down the wood post. “Where do you want to go?”
Steopa got out of the four poster bed and went over to his standing wardrobe. He heard Rebecka get out of the bed. She opened her dresser.
“I was thinking we should stop in and see John,” she said.
“Perhaps, it has been awhile.” As he pulled on his pants he felt a strange sensation in the back of his head. He paused and tilted his head. It felt familiar. But why would she try to contact me? He thought.
“What is it?” Rebecka asked.
“I am not sure.” He tucked his shirt into his pants. “Would this be appropriate for the nightclub?”
“For us I don't think it matters.” Rebecka finished dressing. She looked at him. “Are you sure it was nothing?”
“I thought it was my daughter.”
“Her name is Nastenka, right?”
He nodded. He sat down on the bed and pulled on his boots. He noticed a rip along the seam on the right one. “I will have to replace these soon.”
“How long have you had those?”
Steopa thought. “Twenty years. I had to get them specialty made.”
“That might be a problem now, but we could check on-line.”