[386: With shifting change.]
Virginia looks up at the gold-leafed coat of arms shining in the midday sun, then her gaze drops to the Latin inscription beneath it. She wonders what it means.
“Semper eadem. Always constant. Always the same,” says the man standing next to her.
“I’m sorry?”
“You asked what it meant. I’m assuming you meant the Latin? It’s Queen Anne’s royal motto.”
The woman blushes. “I’m sorry…didn’t realize I said it aloud.”
“It’s all right. I always found it ironic. Women are never constant. They’re always changing. It’s in their nature. One of the things I love about women, really.”
She smiles.
“Semper eadem. Always constant. Always the same,” says the man standing next to her.
“I’m sorry?”
“You asked what it meant. I’m assuming you meant the Latin? It’s Queen Anne’s royal motto.”
The woman blushes. “I’m sorry…didn’t realize I said it aloud.”
“It’s all right. I always found it ironic. Women are never constant. They’re always changing. It’s in their nature. One of the things I love about women, really.”
She smiles.