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ys. When you do so he smiles again.
"Ah, clever puss!" he says. He takes a mask from his pocket and
puts it on you. It has no eyeholes but pads instead. He takes
your hand and leads you out into the street. You wonder if your
unfastened cloak might fall open and feel a tingle of excitement.
"Step up," he says as you reach the curb and you realize you are
entering a carriage. What else, you think. Tonight will be a
real adventure.
You have always known that the blind have their other senses
heightened. You are surprised by how much this is the case with
you so soon. You hear each sound quite clearly and distinctly:
the horses hooves, the creaks of the carriage, people talking,
insects buzzing. As the sun goes down you sense the expansion of
space as sounds seem to carry farther. You know exactly where
your lover is on the seat across from you. Is that by his body
heat? Or maybe the reflection of sounds? Or some sixth sense?
Your hands press against the cool yielding strength of the
leather seat as your body enjoys the warm caress of the long
cloak.
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