When she woke, I had coffee ready in the kitchen, and the children were deeply involved with the telly. My wife wouldn’t look me in the eye, not tha... I would have been able to look in hers. We said little, dancing around the topic that I felt was eating us both alive. Eventually, I couldn’t stand it anymore, and left the house ‘For a walk’, I told her. I didn’t even here her reply. As I walked along the path that she and I had walked many times, my mind whirled. What was I to do? What could I. A bar stood at one corner of the patio, the bartender checking the glasses and wiping any fingerprints that may have escaped the dishwasher from them and placing them in the rack, which hung above his head. In the other corner was a small quartet of stringed instruments, each player tuning his device. She strode past the tables, the bartender and the quartet and entered the ballroom through the large doors that opened onto the patio. The room was lined with tall candlesticks, each one. Even with closed eyes, his kiss landed on her lips before she could respond, or at least respond with a ‘no.’ When he felt her hand reach up not to push him away, but caress the back of his neck, Eric knew that he had done the right thing. He ran his hand through the sable softness of her hair, her pseudo-punk days washed out with the blue hair dye. In many ways, she had returned to the same girl he had first met, more sure of herself than anything else. It was his turn to be the vulnerable. Bia bia aaahhhaa uhhh mo bohu bia bia.aaahhhaa papa budha bayare bi emiti heucha.Kilo kahunu budha kemiti genhuchi. Bujhilu Raju tuma gharaku jaichi. Sethi Samuduni ku emiti genhuthiba. Aji neiki asiba. Bujhilu.Ohhh mu kemiti janibi. Hau bou asile bhala heba. Tuma banda ku bou bia thik heba. Budha gandi ku halei halei mo bia ku genhuthile. Hele jama baharu naathila. Budha pakka randua thila. Mu sambali naa pari basiki budha banda ku chusi chusi khaili aau budha aaahhaa uhhh ohhh mo banda banda.