As if they both gained inspiration from these things in different ways.

Often they admitted to sensing each others thoughts through  events close or afar.

In the meantime Orson would muse and enthuse on this painting he had yet to complete.

“I sometimes fall asleep to images of me sleeping on it. “

He reflected.

 Odette,  meanwhile was in a state of euphoric reverie.

Dreaming of a possible project  as she waited patiently for Orson to arrive.

She’d often tease Orson about his archaic and to some mechanical name.

“Our Sun will shine one of these daze, 

OR SON.”

As you can see whatever failings there were in compelling jokes Odette had the slight edge if only in the Olympic speed of her delivery and never mumbling or fumbling her words.

Odette knew also that Orson could be easily distracted by just about anything he might encounter on a leisurely but also energy sapping sultry day.

Teasing and banter touched on so many facets of their quite intriguingly complex cryptic clue like overlap of coincidences and mishaps.

As a middle note Odette would even rib Orson about his voice projections likening them to  the singing of one of  her elderly relatives.

Odette often described them as bursting noises.!

They’d often dream of being able to communicate with each other and of all the bizarre machinations, twists and turns of this quite protracted ongoing company keeping they would often have this channel.

A channel of attunement to second guess or even with pin point accuracy sense each others recent landmarks or illustrious sights they might have visited.

Like anything else that has yet to reach its hue endowed blossoming apogee it might collapse and have contradictory and conflicting results

Dedicated to my brilliant and beautiful Sister,

Jay A. Pallen