A walking Greek statue. I try to calm myself, taking deep breaths as she approaches. As we stand before one another, staring silently, we speak. Yet...these are not words heard by any but us, our souls communicating through a shared thread of existence. I reach to touch her face, and upon contact it is as though a million tiny firecrackers explode in my fingertips. I see visions of our past, of years and lifetimes we have shared holding, clinging to one another. Yes I know this woman; this is. .." she trailed off "And ?" Vanessa persued her stare penetrating Mirandas eyes, she looked away coyly"W-Well it was nothing really , it was just a bit of a game , the boy had to catch one of us and kiss the one he caught, he was blindfolded and all the girls had to move around trying not to get caught, the other boys were cheering him on and the next minute I was sort of pushed his way" Miranda explained nervously "Well he took off his blindfold and explained that if he caught a girl he'd have. With one small exception." What's that?" asked Williamson suspiciously."He kept that lush Elliot on the evening news too long. But he did that out of a false sense of charity since Elliot was a friend of yours. A drinking buddy, in fact." I fired him because he was fucking her! Willianison saw the way the conversation was heading and knew he had to take the heat off. He accused Velvet and pointed a finger at her. "She and Ben Carlton were fucking while they should have been working." Is that. I couldn’t answer to plead my innocence. James threw me against the wall. ‘Since you have so much trouble answering, stay the hell out of my bed.’ In utter humiliation, I grabbed the first robe I saw and made my way quickly out of the room. I sat very quietly on the sofa, trying, and ultimately failing, to convince myself not to cry. James got angry whenever I would cry. Without another sound, I laid down on the sofa. I didn’t make a sound. I bit my lip hard to prevent any sound from coming.