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p dir="ltr"Maxwell is pretty much startled by the sound of her voice. He drops the folder. Fran is standing in the doorway. He didn't hear her come and doesn't know how long she was watching him. She lets the door slam shut behind her and steps closer. /p
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p dir="ltr"Maxwell hardly dares look at her. Yet he is relieved to figure out that she doesn't even seem angry or shocked. Maxwell pulls himself together and tries to explain himself./p
p dir="ltr""Umm...well...I'm sorry, darling. I know a minimum of privacy should even exist in a marriage. I certainly didn't mean to spy on you, but when I got home and saw the suitcase...I just got curious. I really only had the intention to take a little peek, but then I was so captivated by all the objects and memories. I couldn't stop. I didn't even notice how the time passed." Fran sits down next to him./p
p dir="ltr""It's okay, Max! It's not like I haven't snooped on you before and if I were in your shoes, I would have died to know what's in that suitcase."/p
p dir="ltr""So you're not mad or upset?" Fran shakes her head, smiling. Relieved, he pulls her close to him./p
p dir="ltr""Thank God, I'm so glad. I love you, darling!" He kisses her softly. Between his kisses, she breaths./p
p dir="ltr""I love you too." /p
p dir="ltr"They exchange another few kisses, then they break free from each other. Together they start to put all the things that are scattered around the bed back into the suitcase./p
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p dir="ltr""I still can't believe it! All the love and care to keep all those items and that right from the very beginning." /p
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p dir="ltr""Well actually it increased over time. Initially, I mainly wanted to collect souvenirs from the kids. I thought, when I will leave the house once again than at least I will have many memories of the three of them and of my time as a nanny. With time, it became a true passion. At some point, I unconsciously kept everything I somehow connected with you or the kids. I wanted to hold all the important moments. Especially the memories of you helped me when I sat alone in my room, wondering if we would ever get married. By watching at them, I was able to be close to you and express my feelings." Maxwell hugs his wife/p
p dir="ltr""Believe me, Fran! All these mementos have the same important meaning to me as they do to you. Looking through them, I remembered so many special moments and it made me realize how much I love and appreciate you as a person."/p
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p dir="ltr"Fran is happy with this answer and snuggles even closer to him. He looks her deep into the /"For the future, maybe we should create a memory box together. After all, the next years and decades to come, we'll experience all major events together." /p
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p dir="ltr"Fran nods enthusiastically. Their common future, that sounds still so wonderful. Maxwell dreams further on./p
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p dir="ltr""And someday when we are old and gray (Fran stares at him skeptically) pardon me! I meant of course, me old and you in the best shape of your life...we will rummage through the box and laugh, cry and rejoice over all the memories." br /In their mind, they both imagine this moment. /p
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p dir="ltr"Finally, Maxwell picks up the folder from the floor and puts it back into the side pocket. That's when his eyes fall on the photo album. He takes it out./p
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p dir="ltr""I haven't looked at this yet. Ready for a trip down to memory lane together?" /p
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p dir="ltr"The two cuddle close together and make themselves comfortable on the bed. Fran flips the album to the first page./p
p dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"span style="text-decoration: underline;"strongCaught!/strong/span/p
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p dir="ltr"Maxwell is pretty much startled by the sound of her voice. He drops the folder. Fran is standing in the doorway. He didn't hear her come and doesn't know how long she was watching him. She lets the door slam shut behind her and steps closer. /p
/div
p dir="ltr"Maxwell hardly dares look at her. Yet he is relieved to figure out that she doesn't even seem angry or shocked. Maxwell pulls himself together and tries to explain himself./p
p dir="ltr""Umm...well...I'm sorry, darling. I know a minimum of privacy should even exist in a marriage. I certainly didn't mean to spy on you, but when I got home and saw the suitcase...I just got curious. I really only had the intention to take a little peek, but then I was so captivated by all the objects and memories. I couldn't stop. I didn't even notice how the time passed." Fran sits down next to him./p
p dir="ltr""It's okay, Max! It's not like I haven't snooped on you before and if I were in your shoes, I would have died to know what's in that suitcase."/p
p dir="ltr""So you're not mad or upset?" Fran shakes her head, smiling. Relieved, he pulls her close to him./p
p dir="ltr""Thank God, I'm so glad. I love you, darling!" He kisses her softly. Between his kisses, she breaths./p
p dir="ltr""I love you too." /p
p dir="ltr"They exchange another few kisses, then they break free from each other. Together they start to put all the things that are scattered around the bed back into the suitcase./p
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p dir="ltr""I still can't believe it! All the love and care to keep all those items and that right from the very beginning." /p
/div
p dir="ltr""Well actually it increased over time. Initially, I mainly wanted to collect souvenirs from the kids. I thought, when I will leave the house once again than at least I will have many memories of the three of them and of my time as a nanny. With time, it became a true passion. At some point, I unconsciously kept everything I somehow connected with you or the kids. I wanted to hold all the important moments. Especially the memories of you helped me when I sat alone in my room, wondering if we would ever get married. By watching at them, I was able to be close to you and express my feelings." Maxwell hugs his wife/p
p dir="ltr""Believe me, Fran! All these mementos have the same important meaning to me as they do to you. Looking through them, I remembered so many special moments and it made me realize how much I love and appreciate you as a person."/p
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p dir="ltr"Fran is happy with this answer and snuggles even closer to him. He looks her deep into the /"For the future, maybe we should create a memory box together. After all, the next years and decades to come, we'll experience all major events together." /p
/div
p dir="ltr"Fran nods enthusiastically. Their common future, that sounds still so wonderful. Maxwell dreams further on./p
div align="left"
p dir="ltr""And someday when we are old and gray (Fran stares at him skeptically) pardon me! I meant of course, me old and you in the best shape of your life...we will rummage through the box and laugh, cry and rejoice over all the memories." br /In their mind, they both imagine this moment. /p
/div
p dir="ltr"Finally, Maxwell picks up the folder from the floor and puts it back into the side pocket. That's when his eyes fall on the photo album. He takes it out./p
div align="left"
p dir="ltr""I haven't looked at this yet. Ready for a trip down to memory lane together?" /p
/div
p dir="ltr"The two cuddle close together and make themselves comfortable on the bed. Fran flips the album to the first page./p