"First a concussion, and now, a torn cheek. Well, let's remove that handkerchief and take a look, shall we?"I took the handkerchief away and it tugged...on my cheek, the dry blood acting like a weak glue."It looks nasty. I'm going to have to clean it up." I won't lie, Mira," she continued. "I need to use alcohol to clean it and it'll hurt." I appreciate the warning, Tamara. Let's do it."Cleaning the wound hurt like a bitch. While tears came to my eyes, I was glad I didn't let out a peep of. David opened the door for me and I jumped in. My skirt flew up a little but I didn't think he noticed. It wasn't really long enough for me to tuck it under my ass when I sat down so I didn't even bother to try. When he got behind the wheel he asked what I wanted to do. I suggested we just go to Sonic for a coke and talk. I hadn't seen David since I graduated from high school. I commented that he had grown. He said four inches and forty pounds. We talked for a while then decided to go to a. Good plan, Josh said with another laugh.I selected the first piece I saw when I entered the gallery for my museum and went in search of Liz, locating her talking with two young men, one was beautiful in face and form, the other uglier than a mud-wall fence."There you are, Sandy. I want you to meet the sculptor, Soren Thorsen. Mr. Thorsen, this is my friend, Sandy Joshnson."I shook his large, callused hand. "I love your work, Mr. Thorsen." Please call me Soren," he said, his English heavily. ”“I think so too, Stuart mentioned it as well.”“ALL RIGHT, that’s enough of that,” Jennifer said coming out through the patio door. “If you are going to swim, then swim.”“We were just ... talking, Jennifer,” Isabel said.“Maybe you were, but I thought Michael was coming out here for a workout, all you have been doing is talking, and that worries me.”“Move around to my back, Red. Maybe I can swim with you on my back, it would be a good workout, don’t you think?”She did, and I began to swim laps..