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escorted by the two archons on duty today: Father Thomas
and Sister Gladys. Mary looked at how disciplined the children
walked out of the school and into the yard.
“How nice they are, don’t you think Mr. Jonas?” She asked
Anton.
“Indeed, very nice, but Mary, could you please call me
with my first name?”
“You mean…” she whispered as if she was afraid the huge oak
tree they were under at that moment could object such a proposal.
“Yes my name is Anton, as call you, Mary…” he proposed.
Mary turned and saw the smile in his eyes, and a playful
brightness which made her feel comfortable; the heightened
brightness of the sun rays as the day ascended its ladder and the
aroma of the oak tree leaves sweating in the heat of day could
make one feel almost intoxicated and so felt Mary upon looking
in Anton’s eyes and she also felt almost ready to agree with him;
yet she hesitated, as her attire reminded her where she was and
who was her employer.
“I don’t know…” she added.
“Oh, Mary, come on, it’d be our secret, no one has to know
of this,” Anton joked and seeing deep in her eyes he detected her
willingness to go along with his proposal.
“Ok, I guess it wouldn’t harm anyone, Anton,” she added
at the end of her sentence.
“Yes, I agree, it wouldn’t hurt anyone…on the other hand
we are almost of the same age,” he added.
“Oh we are, Anton?”
“Of course, I’m probably four to five years older than you.”
She didn’t say anything more on that. Instead her attention
turned to the children again, as if to divert to a more comfortable
subject of discussion
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