I don't believe I can convey my feelings ... uncertainty, yes – discomfort, yes, but also comfort that I felt supported. Others of the congregation ...ere passing us; I thought I detected a few raised eyebrows.I looked at Susan; her beloved face bore ... a smile. A small smile, but nonetheless, a smile. I saw understanding, acceptance and ... was it resignation? I looked at Anna, then Jasmine."You two mind giving us a few moments? Get a coffee? Pick one up for me?"They kissed me, one on each. Jean-Pierre ignores, seems to, the way Peter,unconsciously, has cocked his little finger as he navigates the fork.The duck, the lamb come; a warning from the smiling waiter about hotplates, a question: do you need anything? Everything, thinks Peter. DoI need? Jean-Pierre asks himself.A bite. Is it good, the one asks. Mmm-hmm, the other says. Try mine?Try yours? The waiter, watching his realm from a corner by kitchen,nods as if he's seen something, perhaps a notion guessed at, a theoryproffered,. Frowned. Dropped his voice to almost a whisper. “Something about that cat. Not right. Not even for a Chink.”Columbo, who obviously hadn’t stopped the abduction, nodded.Two grown men. Harold tall, skinny and quick. Columbo, squat, thick and strong. Both had let Jin walk away with a whore.I didn’t care much for Harold and Columbo. But I did care about Celeste. A girl I had never met. But one whose fate I feared. I got a description of the girl. Small, black, skinny, pink hair. Could be any young. "Ha ha! We look so different; we almost didn't recognize each another!" Beth laughed, hugging the crying girl. Then she stepped away and spun around. She had on a pair of purple platforms, a pink skirt, some sort of purple bodice and a faux leopard skin coat.Nothing matched."What do you think Laura? I was kind of getting tired of the Goth look anyway and decided to go for more of an Ani DeFranco punk look." You look beautiful," Laura breathed. This time to her surprise; it was Beth who.