"Miranda smiled like I handed her the keys to Fort Knox, and her smile banished the sadness that had crept into her voice and eyes. We stared at each ...ther for some time, enjoying the moment. Miranda would never win any beauty contests, but her smile could win my heart if I wasn't careful.It took Miranda almost all afternoon to tell me everything we 'talked' about while I was unconscious. She was having a blast recalling all of our one-sided conversations, to catch me up. Since I had nowhere to. I could see every detail in every can and bag and package in front ofme, including glimmers of reflection from the garish overhead lightingthat supermarkets have. It was as if I was standing in the aislemyself, behind Hannah. Other people had shopping carts, or bags, asthey wandered up and down. All of them were crystal-clear, andcompletely ordinary in every detail.Helena was again naturally the center of the scene, her run-of-the-millbody shape evident, the imperfections of her skin there. A intricate ballet of vehicular pushing and shoving as drivers vied for position and progress.Horns bleated – not out of frustration, but just to let others know they were there.Other drivers responded in kind.During these times, trikes are the only way to travel, next to motorcycles of course – those found it fairly easy to slide between cars and made excellent time.I am a seasoned motorcycle rider and have driven in many different countries – but not in Manila.Driving in Manila was one. “Oh! Yeah fine, babe,” he replied, spinning around to face her with a stupid grin on his face.Rolling her eyes as she crossed her arms, Suki released a contemptuous sigh. “What’s wrong with you? Have you never been in a chick’s room before?”Bingo! She’d nailed it in one go, and Dillon laughed hollowly for a few seconds, waving her off dismissively before dropping the act. “Umm, yeah. First time actually,” he deadpanned and Suki cackled. She could use a good laugh right now, anything to release.