‘Not sure, some people call it sex. Is there something else it’s called up here?’ ‘Shut it you!’ She reached in and grabbed a coffee cup and...poured herself a cup. I looked back at the paper and she noticed how intently I was combing through the paper. ‘Searching it for bombs Mike?’ She asked. ‘Nah a job and a pawn shop.’ I replied dryly. She just sat there and looked at me. I don’t knew how she took my rather blatant and flat answer. ‘What?!’ She asked. Her voice decidedly more upbeat. ‘Mike. It ended eventually, or so I thought. After April there were other girls. Sometimes yes, sometimes no, sure, but more often than not girls who were just as interested as I was. I learned, slowly, that making her happy would make me happy. I learned that generosity is often returned. But when I saw April, and we did see each other now and then, it always turned out the same way. She wouldn't let me go but she didn't seem to want to go anywhere with me, either.In college, finally, April walked. She was walking with confident steps. Her small feet were clad in high heeled clogs that were showing off her delicate ankles. Peter fixed his gaze on the pristine rosiness of her rounded heels. Then, he explored the soft curves of her calves and thighs, wondering how a human being could be so perfect. She turned into a deserted side street. Peter quickened his pace, afraid that he could lose her. As he turned the corner, he saw her standing motionless, her dazzling blue eyes pinning him. “I. Very intense," the boy admitted with a chuckle in the darkness. "Music was her passion and we kids learned quickly that there was no interrupting when she was playing. She was a lot of fun, though. Always on the go and forever dragging Papí and us along on trips to new places she'd heard about. We'd complain at the time, but what I wouldn't give to go on one with her now," he ended with a sigh."Did you ever go to Bavaria?" Daphne asked, curious to learn as much as she could of her father's.