??You?ll be the prettiest ballerina ever!? Cassie exclaims, makingBryony giggle. ?Well, apart from Laura, of course!??...Thanks,? Bryony says, clearly...upset by Cassie?s unintendedinsensitivity, and her quick glance in my direction reassures me thatshe knows I?m upset as well- I?d love nothing more than to be aballerina, to pull on a tutu and a pair of pointe shoes and dance, justlike Laura danced a week ago today... But Cassie, of course, can?t evenconceive of the fact that I might want to do. I knew that if her mother or father could have read my mind, they certainly wouldn't have let her go out with me.As soon as Rachel got into my car, she moved close to me thus sitting in the middle of the seat. The significance of her sitting so near to me was very clear. She was thus letting it be known to anyone who would happen to see us together that we were out on a date. In my mind it was as if she was claiming her right on me.But far from being offended by her sitting so close to me, it. I was getting ready to contact the florist to send you some roses.”That earned a quick response from Erin who said in a serious tone of voice. “Adam, tell me you are kidding.”“Yes I am. I know the tongues would start waggling if you were to receive flowers at work. In a way I want to show you how great I think you are but I don’t know how to do that for reasons we both understand.”“Just be yourself Adam, that is enough thanks for me but maybe I should send you flowers.”“It’s not flowers I want. Love, Monday, for Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday.----Dieter made himself a cup of coffee and went outside to the driveway. Anthony's Volvo was sparkling clean, like always, but there were five neat lipstick kiss marks evenly spaced along the top of the driver side window. The last one was the largest and he studied it, hoping to get a sense of who Friday was or what she was like. He shrugged eventually, touched it lightly and went inside.----Dieter waited in the middle of the rug in.