Wednesday. 7:49 p.m.
My mother's apartment lights were warm behind the curtains.
Tomasz arrived at 7:52.
Dark sweater. Bottle of red wine.
She opened the door in a simple cream dress.
Hair loose.
Smile soft.
They hugged.
She kissed him.
Quick.
Then deeper.
I watched from the car across the street. Feed from the button camera.
Kasia beside me.
They moved inside.
Kitchen table set for two. Candles. Pasta. Salad.
She poured wine.
They ate.
Talked.
Laughed.
She touched his hand.
He kissed her fingers.
After dinner, they moved to the living room.
Couch.
Wine glasses set aside.
She straddled him.
Rode him slow.
Dress hiked.
His hands on her hips.
She moaned softly.
He whispered.
They changed positions.
Him behind her.
Deep thrusts.
Her hands braced on the back of the couch.
She came quietly.
He followed.
They sat tangled.
She spoke.
Soft.
"I feel… free."
He kissed her temple.
"You are."
She sighed.
