The two friends looked at each other. Mary said, "Doing? What do you mean?"Louise blushed and sat back in her chair. "Sorry, that came out wrong. I me...n, it looks like the gang of you — you two and those four guys — have got something going for you. I've been watching the stuff they post about class standings, and you all are way up there, assuming I've got the names right. You don't look like a bunch of geeks. So, I want to know what you've got going for you."Anne spoke for them both. "Louise,. He'd walk slowly, to maximize the time he could spend next to her, savoring her perfume, her gestures, her conversation, and, most of all, her beauty. Unfortunately, he didn't have an umbrella but Lou had one. The obnoxious salesman was the one to come to Sam's rescue, to walk beside her through the downpour, her hero. Bastard! James thought, scowling at him.The rain had made the streets and sidewalks slippery. Watch your step, Sam, James thought. He'd hate to see her take a fall on the asphalt. I had been more upset than anticipated. It was simply due to the fact I was used to having him around, to talk with. To talk at was probably more to the point. Either way after many tissue filled nights spent talking with Mom on the phone, then watching reruns of "Greys Anatomy," I was starting to recover. I had decided to take up yoga on Tuesday and Thursday nights after work and I still went to the gym three mornings a week before work. I was going to keep busy and focused on finishing my gap. As we walked into the makeup shop I absorbed all the smells, most new tome. We found someone to help us, and I quickly found myself in a chair,being made over by a pro. I watched her in the mirror as she worked, butit did not take her long to drastically change the way I looked. She saidthat mom's makeup was to dark for me, and the colors were all wrong. Thenshe began to redo my makeup. With each item she used I paid closeattention to how she did it, then. Almost to fast for me, she was.