Augusta and Hans

Augusta and Hans(Judy) Augusta sat quietly, looking around at the garden, waiting for Hans to come just like old times.
The gust of wind blew on her and filled her with a chilled feeling. Just like ever before. Sadly her belly hurt and she knew why. She was sad.
Hans arrived. He looked stern. He reminded her of Cindy so much. His attitude.
She held his hand. She remembered when they were kids how they used to twirl around in that same garden. But now things were odd. Cindy had come back home in a white shirt and horse riding trousers. She was away from home now. Playing polo. She brought her dongrees home and took her former room, the third and last room in the house besides the room downstairs. She slept in it, but after turning it upside down with pictures of conquests. A tomboy, she was so stern, so faraway. Augusta tried to touch her face like she was a wisp that disappeared, but now that Hans was playing games with her, she understood. She saw the darkness at last.
Back then, they would hold each others hands in a tug and twirl round. She could force Cindy to hug her and mummy to carry her. There was so much colour, so much beauty. She and Cindy rocked in their chair. Played around mum and dad's room. Played grown up cooking dishes. Turned the house into a mad house. Grandma had commented. "Kids are kids, not lunatics. But your kids make it seem, oh do they."
She felt that way now. Her safe surrounded childhood. Cindy's scoldings. Her pregnancy and Han's coldness.
She looked back and wished she had not been blinded by love and that she had not been so in love with the Fairytale.
All her happiness seemed like cold years of dust. She remembered Cindy discovering and she saying she was going to get married, with the last mirth of her life.
Cindy scorned and laughed and it was true. She had been too aloof to care then. Now every word stung like bees. She was hearing them every minute she walked and lived.
"There must be other girls or women."
"Cindy! Now I have to say enough! Don't you!"
"Don't you!" Cindy mimicked "space queen."
The voice was clear. "Are you mad!" From the roses one minute suddenly the sharp thorns. She had shaken her head for her ear, looked at the receiver as if repairing it, up in her room and listened again.
Now he was sitting there, silent and cold. And just like she was now shut behind steel bars. She did not want to touch him, she did not want to kiss him, but looking at him sitting there, she felt an arrow pierce her deep."