A wind chime dance upon the wind outside, hanging from a nail that Matthew had hammered. It had been a birthday present for his ex-wife. Cara had forgotten to take it with her when she left. Matthew never bothered to take it down.  Trying his best to ignoring the clink clank noise of the wind chime he turned the page of the book.<br/><br/>It pleased him that Angelina had said that she didn’t want to be alone. Thought he would never show it. He looked up at her. Strains of dark beautiful hair fell across her face. Without thinking he put a book mark in the book. Place it on the table near him. In few steps he was in front her. Reaching down to move the few strains of hair that had fallen across her face and place them behind her ear. He gave her a tight smile. Wondering why he had done that. Looking away from the bookcase caught his attention.<br/><br/>“I have few books if you like to read.” He said at length. He figured that she did seeing that she like to write. Nodding towards the bookcase that sat beside her that held several shelves of books. “ Got plenty to read here.” Running his hand over the book that sat on the shelves. “Everything from Dickens to Jules Verne to Jane” He stopped midsentence. Something else his ex-wife didn’t take with her. The wind howled. Rain started to beat down on the roof. “Got some coffee if you like some.”