elspeth, cairn,quora&grace

.......she was sitting outside, on the back steps to the conservatory, the man, Cairn, was placing Italian tiles,.. clay tiles that were study enough to last hundreds of years, just like the actual ones in Italy that had survived since before the time of   ..Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni (6 March 1475– 18 February 1564),  
...cairn's children .laughing, playing, were there, nearby...always wanting to be near their dad, watching, learning, from him. The old adage, ''do as I say, and not as  do'', would not have worked for this kids.
...cairn, a knick name for his last name, Pitcairn, was just then, carefully tapping the the of a tile into place with a rubber mallet. ''why not a hammer, father''? his boy asked...and cairn explained that as strong  as the tiles were, if struck with blunt force, from an awkward angle, they could shatter into a million parts,, in quiclk time, becoming a pile of coarse rubble.
...quora wondered why she was there. she felt like she had plopped there onto that step, out of a dream.
cairn asked her,''why are you here ?''
she didn't know what to say. she grasped at straws and replied, ''I wanted. to learn how to install tiles.''
''the most important part is the foundation, the bedding, is a special gravel that withstands weight and weather....then the tracks have to be laid with enough space for expansion from heat'' as he pointed to the tracks that yet awaited tile on top.
....Now they were sitting in the conservatory, but it was called a back sunroom because they were in the states.
the room was bright with sunshine, but comfortable enough for the sweatshirt cairn was wearing....he sat in an overstuffed chair with round cloth arms, his one leg resting upon the other , ankle resting on knee...
quora thought to herself, that his track sneakers looked knew, and wished the children in asia didn't have it so hard, being forced to make them in sweat factories.
As her mind wandered, a woman walked in through the front closed from door at the front of the house...walked down the main hall and then through the open conservatory door, up to cairn.....and sat down on the arm of his chair, ..They spoke to each other with deep focus, and feeling. quora thought to herself,..that this ladies track sneakers looked brand new, too. she looked at her ankles.. they were almost bare with the the outline of fuzzy sneaker socks sticking out with that little round fluffy pom pom sticking out over the heel top of the shoe.

quora sat still, and silent, wishing just BE...Just be alive, just be well, just be able to think, and understand, and love her existence...and not interrupt the dear friends speaking to each other like they were he dearest friends in the universe....a song started playing in her mind...''love s real, real is love'' she especially liked the floaty feeling piano part......and as quora's mind wandered she got the feeling these two dear friends were already a couple, their souls linked long ago,.. but it was not yet their time, ...the time they could be together again.  but they would be, and they knew it, and it brought them solace, solace so powerful that it gave them the will to carry on..

the friends embraced, her soft wavy dark hair, caressing the underside of the man's chin.....and then Grace stood and walked away.

Now another woman drove up to the front of the house and onto the drive and parked, two children got out, helping mum carry groceries to the kitchen counter. the woman vacumned the rug in the hall, and cairn got up, went to her and spoke... quora felt the woman's vibration,.it didn't feel good. a bit of a sullen attitude , not happy. 
cairn spoke to his wife,elspeth, with soothing words. she'd had a tough day, shopping he offered to go pick up take out food for them all.

Now we were getting in his car...driving along the waterfront...quora wondered is he getting fish? 
but cairn pulled up to a sign in lovely greek alphabet letters....
''whats it say?.'' asked quora
''spinakopeta's'' answered quorn,''do you want to come in with me, or wait in the car?'',...

quara started imaging deliciously fragrant grains roasted with garlic, cumin, basil, topped with chic peas....yes, she definitely wanted to go in.

but it was not to be, because just as she was about to answer,  she woke up from her dream.