.. digt - Angela

Angela rødmede svagt ".. did you dress up as a woman to get a kiss?" spurgte hun forvirret... og rynkede brynene mere, huskede deres samtaler ".. no.. you do not dress up as a woman.."

Moira rynkede brynene, pludselig rigtig bekymret. "She is an acquaintance, there is no need to talk more of this"

".. you dress up as a man" fortsatte Angela og rynkede brynene mere "and you asked me to marry you? What did you.. you .. wanted to know?" hun så overrasket ud "you .. suspected that I had a weakness for women and did a test before you proposed?"

Moira rødmede og rettede sig lidt op. "I say we should speak no more on this matter" sagde hun bestemt

"As if this is a subject we are done talking about!" fnøs hun "how can you say we should speak of it no more?"

Moira rømmede sig lidt forlegent. "Hrm .. she is anacquaintance, there is no more to discuss"

"Don't lie to me!" sagde Angela og rynkede brynene "you are her, are you not?"

Moira tøvede og rynkede brynene svagt. … hun så hende an. ".. You cannot expect me to back up a claim such as that"

Angela så skeptisk på hende "I will not marry or man, nor woman, who I do not know" sagde hun og så væk

Moira rynkede brynene og tøvede lidt. ".. it should change little for if you know me"

"How do you mean?" spurgte hun frustreret

Moira hævede et øjenbryn. "Does it change me as a person in any fundamental way?"

"How well I know you?" spurgte hun "no, it gives me an idea of what you fundamentally are. You want me to marry you, not knowing who you are?"

Moira sukkede svagt. "And hoe does knowing wether or not I am this miss Diamond change how well you know me?"

"I know miss Diamond differently than I know you... if you were the same, I would have a different picture completly. And if you are not.." hun rynkede brynene lidt.. så var der stadig en kvinde et sted hun havde nogle komplicerede følelser for som skrev utroligt smukke digte.

Moira så hende an og rynkede brynee, så rystede hun lidt på hovedet. "And how would you know to believe any answer I give?"

"I suppose I must trust you" sagde hun og rynkede brynene ".. but perhaps that is a mistake"

Moira så hende lidt an. "How would you know it it was a mistake or not?"

"I don't know" sagde Angela og gned blidt sine tindinger "I don't know what to think or what to believe"

Moira så hende an og rynkede brynene lidt .. hun sukkede svagt. "You are correct"

"..." Angela tøvede og så mod Moira... "I am?"

Moira rynkede brynene lidt og nikkede så. "You are, do with that as you will"

Angela rynkede brynene "... are you.. afraid I'll tell?" spurgte hun lidt overrasket

Moira hævede et øjenbryn af hende. "That can hardly be a surprise?"

"Morgan, no" sagde Angela overrasket og rynkede brynene "no of course not.. I give you my word, your secret is save with me."