This carried on for about 3 months. I would always be purring after she left. Then one day she texted me about something that happened to her with ...nother client. It was funny. From there we started to text each other about our day.It crept up on my without realising I suppose but I felt a warm buzz every time I so much as thought of Collette. I thought about asking if she fancied going out for a drink sometime. But something seemed to fill me with dread whenever I was about to phone. I've never yet known you to back down from a challenge."I had to admit she was right. Besides, what choice did I have? I heaved a sigh. Somewhere I read that people like Medal of Honor winners weren't brave. They were only people who did what they had to do. I certainly didn't feel I belonged in that community of heroes, but all I could do was what I had to do, which was face the music of my own actions.On the other hand, maybe I'd get booted off of the committee! As Mom says, it's an ill wind. “I pray for Cynthia every night! God will help her. I hope she moves back so I can see her again!”“That’s a good thing to do.”I wanted to lighten the mood a bit.“So, what do you want to do when you grow up?”“Not sure. I want to help people. Maybe a doctor or something. Mom says there’s plenty of time to figure it out.”“You don’t want to be a dancer?”“I am a dancer!” she said trying to look indignant but stifling a smile.“Yes! You are!”“Dancing is nice, and you can make people feel good, but I. I blushed and grinned, and said,"Well, er, it was certainly different, but it was kind of fun too, youknow?" I looked at them both, and asked, "Are you both ok after thattoo?" I asked with a hint of worry. Stephanie laughed and grabbed Rolandthrough his poufy pants and said, "More than fine. That display got mymotor running, so I'm afraid I will need to borrow your new toy here forthe rest of the day!" She kissed Roland, substantially more tongue in theeffort this time than earlier. I giggled..