Harry Bilinsky

by Jeff Tikari

me get you a towel…your hair is all wet, dear!” She fussed over Harry like a mother would – he exulted in her loving concern…she was such a tender and kind-hearted person.

  Later, after tea, when Mrs. Pinto retired upstairs to rest for the afternoon, Svetlana led Harry by the hand to her room. They huddled under blankets, talking sweet nothings and warming each other. They hugged and kissed and held each other tight. One thing led to another and they found themselves naked, sweating, and panting. Their passion had completely engulfed them and obliterated all hesitations. They now lay holding each other, “My sweetheart,” she said with moisture misting her beautiful eyes, “We mustn’t let this happen again – I am utterly in your power and you can make me do anything. You know that.”

  “But why, my love? Your marriage is as good as annulled and soon we can get married.”

  “But until then, my sweet, we have to practice restraint.”

  That evening, for the first time, Harry did not open his shop.

  Two pairs of eyes noted this.