"I know you will. Would you really like to live a musician's life?"Kristen shrugged. "I'd be a musician's wife. It's not the same." No," I said, shaki...g my head. "You misunderstood me. Would you like to live a musician's life?" Me? A musician?" Kristen laughed.She saw the serious look in my eyes. "Yes, you." Why?" I've seen you play. I've seen you help Amy. You get almost as much joy out of music as I do, and you put less than a tenth of the effort that I do." Me?" Kristen was completely taken. "That was the second time she'd been accused of killing the woman. It bothered her that she couldn't remember the incident. Her only memories were of Marissa beating on her and having to defend herself. Why could she not remember taking the woman's life?"I don't believe you," she murmured once he'd released her face. "I didn't do it." Well then, who did?" he asked.Their conversation was interrupted when a voice called from above, "You bringing her up or not?"Alma stood at the top of the. We became pen-friends, and we kept writing each other regularly. So the next Summer, after taking Summer classes in a neighbouring country, here I was again in her city. This time, she took me home the first night, to have dinner with the family, including her sister and her boyfriend from Switzerland. Everything went smoothly (I had connected very well with her folks the year before), then everybody left for the evening, leaving us home alone! We immediately went to her bedroom, where we were. With her arms on top of the fence she says, that pool did not last long huh? What do you mean I reply. Well, I know you watched me last night… Angela says, When I was having some fun with Chiara… Right… I blush and try to figure out how she could have noticed when it was perfectly dark around me. Uhh, yeah, those pools are crap. Why don’t you come over and have a nice swim in my pool? Angela looks at me with her gorgeous smile and nods. I’ll be there in half an hour and I’ll go change now she.