She smiled then, tender and slow and took the necklace back from him. Loving words remembered: the original giving of the necklace. Cruelty, too: the taking back of the gift. Her own bitter tears. This, too, was what she was taking back by returning to him.
Rose turned her back and lifted her hair. "Put it on me," she told him.
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Date: 2008-01-07 05:14 am (UTC)Rose turned her back and lifted her hair. "Put it on me," she told him.