My name is Carolyn Ashton, and I'm sorry to inform you that there's been an accident with one of our planes, flight 240 out of Seattle." What kind of ...ccident? Are the passengers okay?" I asked, my voice quivering and shortened by my hurried breathing, a feeling of dread building in my chest."No Mr. Williams, I'm afraid they're not. The flight went down in the vicinity of Mt. Hood near Portland. Mr. Williams, I hate being the one to tell you this, but your wife died onboard flight 240 this. While giving the water she asked me what is that pack contains, I said nothing just the small spare part of the car to get it assembled. She said Ok. After having water was I was relaxed and was searching for her (since she left back to get something), came to know that she is in the kitchen.Since it’s in the evening I got an idea and went to the main and switched off the power saliently.She was screaming since no power in the house all of a sudden and she had a candle light. I said don’t worry. .. blanc. Très blanc.”Charlotte pushed me against the wall of the shower and looked me up and down.“You are very pretty,” she said.“Uh, for guys it’s better to say ‘handsome’. But I’m not handsome. I’m pale as a corpse.”Charlotte petted my cheek and stroked an eyebrow with her thumb, studying my face.“No,” she said. “You are fascinating also. And so pink!” She poked me playfully with a finger and for the first time, Charlotte smiled—really smiled with her eyes crinkling. I stared in wonder.She. He was so cute! He had jet black hair past his shoulders, gorgeous puppy dog blue eyes, full lips, cute little nose, and braces on his teeth, (which was a turn to me then and still is to me this day). I stood there in the distance admiring him with my heart racing. Since it was a warm summer day, he had on a black Metallica T-shirt, shorts, and old, worn high top shoes without socks. Or so it seemed. He could have been wearing short socks but from where I was standing it was hard to tell. I was.