Fat Loss Revealed

There was no way to persuade her of the Fat Loss Revealed.  She would always have these illusions about Rome.    And then he saw himself.  He and Neeve were sitting on the grassy bank of a river, watching the water flow by.  Vectis felt strangely warmed as he stared at the drawing.  A simple scene: she with her head resting on his shoulder, he with his arm holding her close.  In her hand was a single flower with several petals missing.  He drank in the imaginary scene.  Then, abruptly, he returned the drawing to its place.  He felt like the intruder he was.  These were the private thoughts of Neeve, and for him to be pawing through her things struck him as somehow vulgar, like a man spying on a woman through a chink in the wall.