‘Can you be my partner? I can teach you how to dance.’ I opened my mouth but nothing came out. He grabbed up a white blouse and a long black gypsy...style skirt from the stage and put them in my hands. ‘Get changed and we’ll practice,’ he said but it was more like an order. I hurried off to change. I came back out ten minutes later and Enrique’s eyes widened in admiration, He walked to me from standing across the hall. ‘You look amazing, Clarie,’ he said, slowly, staring deeply into my green. Problemwas, Kevin wasn't sure he cared.As the sun dropped below the horizon and its last light came in throughthe entrance, Kevin shivered, trying to work up the will to actually gohome. Before he made a decision, he heard a large cracking sound and wasbathed in a warm, comforting light coming from deeper within the cave.He turned around, saw a near blinding light coming from a crack in thecave wall, and found himself reaching for it... PRESENT DAY, AN INTERSTATE BUS HEADED TO WASHINGTON. There was something familiar about her that I couldn't place, as I only saw part of her face. “Hi Daddy, can we play?” she asked in a sweet southern accent that had a familiarity to it. “Sure baby, how old are you?” (I always ask, as law enforcement seems to think this is their playground too.) “I'm 22, how old are you?” I typed “47, but I'm not dead yet.” (There's that wit I was talking about.) She smiled and asked for proof; “not yet, I need to see what's under your t-shirt to make me really. .. and was checking to make sure it wasn't dirty before I put it back."It might have been a good story if I had been able to tell it convincingly. Unfortunately, Mrs. Smith saw right through it."I see," she replied getting down on her knees and holding the dress up right to me. "Nope, it looks clean to me. I like this dress. Lisa looks real cute in it. You know, I hadn't realized it before but you and Lisa are about the same size. I bet you could wear this dress if you wanted to."The words made.