Should I really be here after all these years? How long had it been anyway? Twelve years at least, no thirteen... whatever. stop stalling and ring the...bell. She pulled open the door wearing a smile that lit up the night around me, appearing just as I had remembered, sending me back in time for a moment. She gave me a quick hug and ushered me into their cozy home. Mike came walking out from the kitchen extending his hand with a smile, welcoming me and offering cocktails. A drink? How could I. My husband and I both had good careers and were considered very well off, but not ten million well off. I sobered up quick when I learned the stakes of the game. "Cath, just please help her through the night and get her to the corporate terminal at Lambert Airport at 10 AM. Can you join us for the weekend?" "No, Liz. Sorry. Two games tomorrow afternoon. The life of a soccer mom." "Please, Cathy. Don't ever apologize for putting your children first. I have so much respect for that." "Thanks,. In the far corner was a table of retirees, the ladies with flower-festooned cocktails in coconuts whilst the men were sticking to their Australian-made chilled beers with frothy heads. A number of the tables were taken by honeymooners making lover-dovey eyes at each other, whilst other tables were occupied by couples enjoying a quiet time. As Greg’s eyes moved down the end of the bar he noticed a striking young woman perched on a bar stool, nursing a regulation cocktail. Dressed in a. “I don’t want to talk about it, Lincoln.” “I know.” She opened her eyes and forced herself to look at him. “Then why are you bringing it up?” “We need to talk about it.” He balanced his fork on the edge of his plate. “This is serious. The tension around here’s putting me off my food.” Although it didn’t help at all she still appreciated his attempt to bring humour into the conversation. “Can’t we just pretend it never happened?” she said. “Anna, it did happen and it’s not a big deal..