HtmlI was getting a bit desperate to enjoy Ann in person but she was always very cool when we passed on the stairs – she lived in an apartment on th... floor below mine. Anyway just when I thought I couldn’t bear it any longer she came to my front door one afternoon. “Hi”, she said “I saw your mother going out and I wondered if you’d like to pop downstairs with me.”I was surprised because this was mid-week in half-term so there was no way that there was any football and her son was, like me, off. I put on my board shorts and we drove straight to school, so I could get some more practice laps in. The rest of the team got there shortly thereafter, so we practiced relays for a bit. About an hour before the match was scheduled to start, Coach Overholt blew the whistle."Everybody out of the pool! I want you guys to get some rest before the match starts." We hung out on the bleachers while we waited for the other team to arrive. Jeff looked up at me."While we're waiting, why don't we have. "You can walk me home if you want" she said to the quiet, slightly bookish boy and he'd smiled. They lived in opposite directions from the school, but he didn't mind. He'd shared his sandwiches with her on the school trip the previous week after she had dropped her sandwich box. They fed hers to the pigeons and laughed at the birds trying to wipe fish paste off their beaks.As they walked home that day, at first a clear foot separated them. Hands 'accidentally' brushed and the two 11 year olds. Kathy, Warren, and Sophia had taken full advantage of every accent, every nuance, and the flowing nature of the song, and had created a program full of deep edges, difficult turns, changes of edges, and changes of position and handholds. They had done this, and still kept the program a gorgeous, seamless whole.They were sitting with friends at dinner that evening."Sophia, you got no appetite," Shawna Cochrane told her."Not much of one. I'm feeling a bit under the weather." Hope that doesn't.