Holding her close for the first time I saw the gold flake in the iris of her left eye.
After that, I always saw it. Always knew it was there. It was something special about her that I looked for whenever we were close. I didn’t know what it was or what it meant. Fran considered it a defect, but to me it was just another deeper mystery that made her more interesting and hypnotic to me.
Sometime in 1992 at a lecture by a professing iridologist, we had him “read” Francine’s eyes for telltale signs of systemic illness, just for the sake of being proactive in our health. We were always doing stuff like that. You can see what always appeared to me as a gold flake in this photo from that event.
This is the level of intimacy we shared, where even a gold flake in the eye is a point of fascination. Perhaps it would seem trivial to an outsider.