The Silk Trap. A Novel in 43 Chapters.
Chapter 4: Prague is not a walk in the park.
Lara was upbeat as they entered the park.
“What are you going to write on the Lennon Wall Mish ?” she asked with curious cat eyes.
“I think I will write my will on the wall and then send my kids to it to figure out what they got when I die,” he replied in a dry, matter-of-fact tone.
Hahahaha..she burst out laughing. “Good idea! You are so creative, Mish. What are you doing in a boring consulting firm…you should be a writer or an inventor.”
“And you want kids!?, I did not know that…how many kids do you want?” she asked, this time with her brow knitted. She always knitted her brow when she was really listening.
“Maybe 1 or 2, or maybe none. I am not really a have kids and settle down kind of guy as you know Lara,” Michel said. “ I know, she replied” That is why I was curious when you mentioned kids. I, on the other hand, want 5 children. Three girls and 2 boys.
“5! you want 5 kids?!!” Michel was shocked to hear that. “Why do you want 5 kids!?”. he asked with pain in his voice as if he was feeling sorry for her poor choices.
“Because I like kids, Mish. They are so innocent and loving. Unlike grown-ups.” she replied defensively but firmly. Mish could tell that she was sure of this, so instead of dragging the discussion, he felt wiser to leave it.
“Good for you, so will you write your will too for them on the wall?” he asked.
“No. I think I will write a poem”. She said, smiling back at him.
Michel lit raised his eyebrows and said, “Ah, let me guess the poem, …it's to your mum …and it goes…Roses are red, and Violets are blue. I am in Prague, mum, and wish you were here too.”
“Not funny, Mish,” and saying that, she lunged at Michel like a ravenous tiger to punch him in the face. Mish swerved out of her way, laughing. She was smiling, but he could tell she really wanted to write a poem on the wall.
“So a poem, huh ?…did not know you had a poet in you, Lara,” Michel said inquisitively.
“It’s not a poem I wrote but a poem I read. It’s not long. Do you want to hear…
