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Junto Magazine, Volume 2 Issue 2 that ran smoothly along my throat, I turned my attention to the one picture hanging in the room. It was something abstract: two figures melded together in a leaning embrace while surrounding them broad brushstrokes caked thick, vibrant layers of colors. “Did Suzie create this?” I asked point- ing to the picture. “That was done by Julie Anderson,” Rick said taking a delight in my notic- ing as he turned his attention to immerse himself in it. “She invited me to watch her paint it after I made a personal re- quest for one of her pieces.” “Oh, she’s an artist? I thought her stu- dio was for dance.” “It is, but she is an artist in the fullest sense,” he said admiring the picture and reached out to cup the air as his hands isolated certain parts into a clearer focus. “She puts her whole body and soul into her actions. There’s a real passion that can’t be faked. Trust me, I know.” I had seen Julie dance; rather, the whole town had seen her dance with Rick at the Edelman’s Outdoor Summer Dance. It was the first Arcadian event that Laura and I had gone to- at the recommendation of Dan when we first moved in. What struck me as odd then was that although the whole town seemed to be there, only a handful of people had actually set foot on the dance floor, keeping to the edge of area while in the center Julie and Rick danced. As if they were the main attrac- tion, the crowds gathered around to watch them, whistling and cheering when Julie would dip or spin and when Rick would strut or strike a pose. Their movements were fluid, sensual as they made their way up and down the floor, and with each acrobatic trick and advanced pose the crowds erupted with applause. At the end of the song, Julie and Rick leaned back Rick’s words. His face, however, did not confirm my thought showing not even the slightest hint of ill will; if anything, it was the first time he looked at ease since we entered the house. “You see my friend, time slowly wears two people down with complications. And it’s these complications that change how you two interact and view each oth- er. One day you’re a young couple mak- ing love in the middle of the afternoon in a shack, without a care or a single eye of the world on you, and the next you’ve become business partners with all eyes on you as you run the world. All profes- sional, no sex. You’d better watch out or you’ll be in couple’s therapy next,” he said giving a wink, laughing before tak- ing a sip. “Whoops, forget about that last part will you?” He took a sip that emptied his glass. “I am sure you two are great though, an exception to the rule right?” he said nudging me as he placed his drink back on the table using his hand for support while leaning back. “It’s like you two have a secret language where you can talk on another wavelength that the rest of us cannot comprehend. I can tell. I can see it.” The directness of his words along with his prying eyes seemed to numb my body with vulnerability as I took a sip of the scotch. It was as if I discovered that Laura and I had been naked in front of the Edelmans. Like a creation in their garden, their eyes already knew the flesh that had been hidden in secret from the rest of the world—something they had been intimate with once before—and were now delving deeper past that flesh to extract its thoughts and claim its lan- guage as their own. No longer able to keep his stare an d feeling a quick escape from the scotch