They were making loud popping sounds and dancing against the folds of my slicker. I frowned when I saw the pall of dark clouds advancing steadily from...the northwest, and wondered if I’d be able to get up to the old sawmill and poke around before the storm closed in for the night. By the time I walked the four blocks to the edge of town, puddles were forming along the curbs. Tony’s Whistlestop, a fading, white clapboard building on the edge of the old freight yard that had long ago seen most of. A senior named Julia came over, "Cray looks awesome. He really started to grow up last spring, but now? Oh My God." Thanks. Just keep your mitts off!" Eve said playfully."If he wasn't yours I'd be all over him. And I'm not the only one either. All the girls are talking about him. And all the guys are talking about you, Astrid."We chatted some more and then Cray and Eve made sandwiches and put together a little picnic lunch. Cray had a blanket.I looked at Vivian and said, "We know what that. Tell me more about Afghanistan.”“Okay,” she said. “But I'm starving. Let's talk over breakfast.” She pointed to a nearby restaurant.He assented and the two of them walked toward the restaurant. “Why are you in Johannesburg?” he asked.“Just passing through. I had some work to do in Zimbabwe.”He shook his head, still incredulous. “Afghanistan to Zimbabwe. You get around, Maggie.”While they were eating the idea popped into her head. She fought against it. “My God, he's young! He seems nice.”When. How I would glance up to catch you watching me with a funny look in your eyes. How you seemed to be on the verge of saying something, but not knowing how to start. Realizing we are getting nowhere, we decide to finish watching the movie before crashing. It only seems natural for me to curl up in your arms. Though tonight I am increasingly aware of your body pressed close to mine. Not really watching the movie I relax, feeling safe and protected. Your hands on my face startle me out of my.