And just like that they're talking. And it picks up again the next night. Celine comes to expect it, so when he calls again on day six, she's ready and waiting, eager to hear his voice and lose herself in their conversation. She knows that it's rare that it's thiseasy. Their conversations have always been this natural and if nothing else, that will save them ... right? Half way through the conversation though, Celine goes quiet as she traces bits of salt on the side table. Rene clears his throat. "Celine?" "I miss you." She says softly, almost hoping he doesn't here."As I miss you." He sighs. "More and more with each passing day." "You don't think it's silly?" "Even without what's between us, Celine, we're used to being close." "Very close! I'm so afraid that I'll get back and you'll have gotten some other opportunity in some other corner of the world and be gone for months again." She sighs. "Whichis ... real." "It's a possibility ... in the future." "Not now?" "I promise to be here when you get home. Well, as long as your mother lets me through the door." Rene chuckles. Celine laughs softly. "Good. I love her, but she's a lot on tour." "More demanding than I am?
