They had completed their excursion for suitable robes and now held court in Central Park, near 81st Street. Maxwell occupied a weathered bench, fanciful garment totes nearby, observing as Benjamin sought the affections of a butterfly. It was his first such expedition in some while.
In his newly acquired gabardine ensemble, Benjamin whisked about on the Great Lawn as the decorative moth evaded his grasp in playful maneuvers. Benjamin continued his pursuit of the Painted Lady, though his agility was no match for her aerial skill.
Claire’s restaurant would be opening soon. It was also his première, as Madison signified the company’s first foray into structural design at the commercial level. His thoughts wandered, and for a moment, he became lost in them.
He returned to the park.
“Do you think people can change?”
He considered his friend’s inquiry, who persisted in his chase.
“I think so. It may even be necessary.”
“Like this butterfly. Once a caterpillar.”
That was significant change.
Benjamin had worn himself down, pursuing the whimsical creature.
And Maxwell did not want to disappoint him further.
Though, to himself, he spoke the truth.
“I’m not certain.”
Implode. Part XX – DK