Earlier they had walked together from the hotel where she was staying..where the rate was reasonable but the window air-conditioning unit shook the wall.
..they made an odd couple..the garish fluorescent light could not hide his wrinkles even through his youthful figure..but the woman with him could not be no more than thirty.
..in deep conversation, they were oblivious to the motley crowd around them..
..she toyed with her spoon held with a thumb and a finger as he spoke softly..
..'She deserved a better father than me..someone who has the time for her..and you deserved a better husband than me..someone who has the time for you..and I do not have the strength anymore to continue..or to travel..I do not have the strength..'
..He let his voice trailed....the silence between them was not broken by the blare of a television set high on a column..
..'You will never be transfered here and I will never be able to stay there. And we cannot continue like this. We are not being fair to her. And I am not being fair to you..'
'I am sorry,' he said, and looked up to see a pair of eyes looking at him, a hint of a smile forming.
But she did not say anything, letting him do all the talking.
Only later she asked, 'And you promised to let me be?' He looked back into those eyes he had known so well and nodded.
As they walked back, a soft drizzle caressed them, and carried them away into the night.
"For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul. "