By the time I had opened the heavy glass door and entered into the carpeted lobby-esque space I was cured of it. Like some unnameable illness of emoti...n that was so fleeting could keep me from you! Not even gigantic risks could do such a thing as impossible as that. I survey the space for a moment, the peppery coloured flooring and blank walls. I am not seeing them, I am picturing your face. I want to remember how it looks when you open the door and see me there. I can see it already, the way. Until one night when I looked up from my book, thinking you had suddenly become very quiet and still. I looked up, thinking maybe you didn't feel well. You were looking at me, and little tears were gathering in your eyes and rolling away down your cheeks."Christine, what is it? Whats the matter?" I reached across our little table where we ate and studied together, taking your fingers in my hand. You started to cry and in between your sobs you told me why."I was reading and looked up to relieve. He may have gone overboard, they were bigger than usual, and almost hidden by the fries. They struggled, decided to abandon the fries so they could finish the burgers. The jukebox fired up, and soon there were about ten couples dancing.Fat Boy came by, did a little formal bow to Skip, and asked for permission to dance with his wife, if she was willing. Helen seemed nervous. I laughed, he told me once his mother made him take dance lessons for five years. He swept her off for a slow waltz,. After a few minutes of scarfing, Dad decided to speak. "Guys, I want totalk to you about something." We were all ears. It sounded a little grim."I've been thinking about this for a while now. I wanted to wait until wewere all together at once." What is it, Dad?" I inquired with a bit of concern.Dad realized that he was taking too grave a tone from my question. "I'msorry. I'm being a Dad – too serious. I'll lighten up. As you allknow, I bought out Mom's half of the house in the divorce..