..” Lissa said, but halted. She glanced away with a little smile.“Yeah,” Melody continued. “I saw that.”“Saw what?” I asked.“Saw Kate ...iss Lissa goodnight when we came upstairs. We all had a little smooch-fest downstairs after Lissa and I finished our story, but most of them were just little cheek kisses or girl kisses. Kate’s kiss was serious.”“Ahem,” Lissa cleared her throat and raised an eyebrow at Melody.“Yeah. Both of us,” Melody said.“Kate? Kissed both of you?”“Oh yes,” Lissa breathed.“It. We're just friends."Trish's eyebrows went up in surprise. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said."That's okay. We're really close." Oh." Trish looked unsure what to say next, so I let her off the hook."It's okay," I said. "I just got over a bad breakup. Sharon's been my best friend through it all." Trish is my best friend," Jeff chimed in, squeezing her hand and smiling at her.She made mushy eyes at him in return. I took a big swig of wine, trying to look elsewhere. He turned to me."We were just friends. He did acknowledge, with a rueful grin at his reflection, that Priscilla had unwittingly contributed to his disenchantment with their relationship for reasons unrelated to her penchant for the missionary position. It was Priscilla who had introduced him to the world of opera and ballet. It was Priscilla who had access through her clients to tickets for Covent Garden. That was how Harry came to know Beethoven’s ‘Fidelio’ and the soaring denouement of ‘O namenlose Freude’ which subsequently. I knew this was where he kept his toy soldiers, the favorite of his few toys, which had fed his imagination and filled his time for many weeks now. He took three of the little paint-chipped metal figures out of the drawer and examined each one, in turn, closely. Finally, he handed the one with the brightest paint to me and, in an excited voice, said, ‘Here, Raul, when you have your tree, could you put this on it so that I can share my Christmas with you?’ ‘But, Hosea, I said, I don’t have my.