The Portrait

The lack of love between his parents was so obvious, and had been all his life, whatever the reason for it, or if it had ever existed. He didn’t want to know, and to share a secret like that would be a betrayal of his mother. As soon as the door closed on his driver, Charlie’s passion for her overflowed, and they raced up the stairs to her bedroom to make love. They kissed again, and she finally gently pulled away, smiled mysteriously, and floated into the barn with a wave as she closed the door.