Re: lakeside mansions: Dietre A. & Hugh C.
“I suppose she was…” Dietre’s voice was soft, thoughtful. “...She passed from cancer when I was thirteen.” His mother had taught him the piano and encouraged him to play, though he wasn’t sure if he could really say she had supported him when she died long before making music his profession was a possibility. He thought she would, if she had lived. Somewhere, in some alternate reality he had been given a glimpse into one halloween, she had. That Dietre’s life was so very different, so much better...
A sigh. “Well… I hope I haven’t put us in too blue a mood for yoga?” He stole a glance at Hugh, looking apologetic. Dietre knew he could be depressing to be around, it was hard to be anything else when tragedy had struck him so often.
“But at the same time,” he continued, “I’m aware that I don’t talk much about myself… I’m not very good at it, I never know what to say. I feel like I know more about you than you do about me, and that isn’t really fair.” He clasped his hands together, wringing them. “So if there is ever anything you want to know about me… You can ask, and I’ll tell you.”