‘I can’t eat either of those things now without flashbacks, thanks to you.’ ‘Not every experiment works. We learn from our failures.’ Mark ...norted. ‘Anyway, I’m not trying that, whatever it is.’ ‘Fine, it’s not for you anyway, you wuss. It’s for Ryan.’ ‘What is it with you and cooking for her? Every time I turn around you guys are eating together.’ ‘I can’t cook for my girlfriend?’ ‘No, you can cook for whoever—what?’ Mark walked over and poked him in the shoulder. ‘When did she become your. The last threeyears of my marriage, my wife and I lived in separate bed rooms andbarely communicated. It was only when her parents became ill and aprospect of inheritance came into the picture, that she agreed to a divorce.Friday, I came home from work and was greeting by my sister wearing oneof her sexy new outfits.She ran to me, gave me a big hug and a big kiss on the lips. I was toldshe got a job and I was taking her out to celebrate. She had madereservations at a fancy restaurant. The food. He’d take a shallow love over an unrequited one, any day, had their situation only been different. He was staring at her again. He shook his head and cleared his thoughts as her gaze turned away from the morning sun. “I used to love sunrises,” Faith mumbled, almost to herself.“You can still love them,” Chase pointed out. “Perhaps now more than ever. Loving what we love and allowing our humanity to shine is perhaps what separates us from them.”“Poet.”“I’m just saying…” Chase followed up with an. Her older brother, about 16 or 17, was inthe room, but he probably didn't hear us, or care about what we weresaying anyway. "Don't talk about that, OK?" she said, quietly into myear.I didn't understand why, but I nodded my head and kept quiet as sheasked. Later, when we were alone, I asked "Why can't we talk aboutthat game?" It's a secret. Don't tell anyone - cross your heart and hope todie,! OK?" she asked me, making the crossing gesture with her hand asshe did that."OK, I promise," I said..