I wonder who she is?Earlier that night, five of us lounged around in the Allen sisters' livingroom. Pat and Julie Allen were there, of course, and me,...and Rachel Kaplan and her lover Ariana. I hadn't caught Ariana's last name, probably because I was too distracted by her self. She is a medium-sized slender girl, with long red hair, clear pale skin, and an interesting scattering of freckles. Her eyes are large and green, her forehead high, her mouth wide and smiling. Ooops, did I say "girl"? I. I tried to sound casual, to put her nerves at ease. I had gotten over most of my anger with her, and didn't want her fearful of me in any case."Hi Jimmy. I didn't expect to see you here. I thought you were done with your flight training?" You're never done, as long as the money doesn't run out. There's always something else to be learned, and it all costs money. Is Tom here? I need to ask him about a lesson." Just then Tom came out from the back offices."Hey Jimmy, what's up?" Tom and I had. He wasn't inclined enough to exhibitionism to take pleasure in the idea of her catching wind of Jenny screaming his name or some other sexually-oriented profanity, or walking around with a blush to match Fiona's should she happened to take note of their post-sex afterglow. Still, she had the occasional gem of good advice or wisdom to offer, and had already set Jenny straight on the subject of her daughter’s ‘first dibs’ mentality towards Jahn and Fiona, reasoning that being treated as equals. . the taxi's waiting he's blowing his horn... already I'm so lonesome I could die..." But she had no taxi. She was driving. She could go back. 'Oh god don't let me think this, not now.'She switched on the car radio. It was still tuned to the classical channel and the music flowed and helped. Again the concentration on her driving, at least THAT made her push the agony to the back of her mind.Albany. Return the car. Settle the bill after which she moved into the general waiting area. Coffee! She.