“Yeah, but is it accurate?” I sense the boy behind me standing close enough to feel the heat from his young, tight body. “I’m sure I don’t ...eally know,” I say, finding myself staring at the picture he holds up for me. The boy behind me paces his hands on my shoulders and I stiffen, but make no move to stop him. “You really shouldn’t be showing that in public.” “Why? No one here but us.” He turns the page and shows me another photo. “How about this?” The same woman form the first picture is now. I didn’t tell anyone I was pregnant. I got past my eighteenth birthday, graduated from high school, and ran away.”“That’s good then, right? You saw a life that you could have had and chose to make better decisions.”“It sounds so simple. But it’s all different,” I said. She nodded.“Let’s assume that everything you have said is real,” she started. Assume? It was real! “For my sake. I can see that you already know it’s all real, so something else is troubling you. Whether it was another life or an. No matter what it is. Are you sorry about what happened the other day?" Are you?" Of course not." His fingers grazed my palm, and I shivered. "What makes you think I might be?"I hesitated. "One thing I learned from that experience with Dad is, don't speak before knowing all the facts.”"What do you need to know?"Out with it, Kim. "One of my friends saw another girl coming on to you, someone in your history class. No, I didn't ask her - it was something she told me on her own. Anyway, I admit it. There’s a lot to do before I do. Suppose you tell me why you’re squatting in a derelict cottage without electricity, three miles from the town where you work. Do you use the bus? I didn’t think it ran that often.”“It’s not bad, unless I work late and miss the last one at about five-thirty. But actually, I walk from choice. It costs nothing but shoe-leather. Mister Pearson...”“Robert. Or Rob. Or Bob. Your choice.”She gave me a penetrating stare. “Robert. Dad divorced mum when I was ten, and.