eggs

We are in the midst of a few quiet days here. The couple from the Netherlands left this morning. We had become quite friendly by the end of their stay. I liked them, though they were always a good half-an-hour early for cocktail time. Last night two new guests arrived. She is from Czech republic while he is an American, from Manhattan but has three homes elsewhere and spends most of his time in Connecticut with his family. She continues to reside in her home country. The best I can understand, based on their discussion of their separate lives--families (children included) and jobs in their separate countries--as well as their constant nauseating affection for one another, they are having an affair. They have been "together" for ten years and only meet to travel, which they are very quick to say is difficult on their relationship. She is a spunky blonde with wide set blue eyes. She speaks with a sort an earnesty and volume that is both heartwarming and irritating. Her accent is charming and somehow lends itself very well to the endless flow of words constantly coming from her mouth. He is a body builder though his income is earned through owning golf courses. He is very short with leathery skin and protruding veins. What he lacks in height he makes up for in width and girth. He is a massive little man. Today they went horseback riding and I simply could't imagine what he would look like on horseback. His eyecontact is unnerving, steady and blank. For all of her many words he has very few and they are all delivered in soft, gentle tones that give me the bad kind of chills.
He does not drink wine, but instead drinks bottle after bottle of water. Though the tap water here is the purest on the planet (in fact you can drink straight from the lake), he insists on bottled. This afternoon they approached me in the kitchen and asked for a snack. No mind that dinner was only an hour away, they were hungry: He told me in a serious, quiet almost-whisper that they could eat all day, and she repeated this in a shout that ended with laughter. What they wanted was eggs. She wanted hers soft boiled (6 minutes) while he would have his hard. They made themselves comfortable in the kitchen, which is not really a place for guests, while I boiled them some eggs. He ate six eggs while she could only manage four. They also ate several pieces of toast each and finished off a jar of jam. She drank coffee and wine and he, bottled water. Full of eggs, they then showed me pictures of their trip to some waterfalls in Brazil. There were many photos of them kissing and touching. Afterwards, she insisted on taking a picture of me with him. He told me, huskily, not to be nervous. I was very nervous.
Half an hour later they came down for cocktail and appetizers. They were very hungry and they both repeated, in their respective manners, that they could eat all day. When I served dessert, it was clear that she had been crying and she was holding her neck in a funny way, all stiff with her chin tucked. She told me with tears in her eyes that she hurt her neck and he would't give her pain killers. They went off to bed early. Their last request before retiring was for more boiled eggs in the morning; "we can just peel them as we go," she said, still choked-up, red-faced and stiff-necked. I will see them tomorrow.