She dazzled as she crossed his path as he walked towards the counter to put in his usual order for a pot of breakfast tea for one and a toasted tea-ca...e with butter.The twinkly top woman was blond, not the platinum kind but more like autumn corn. She was autumn herself, too, with fair brown eye brows and lashes, laughter lines relaxing comfortably around her soft brown eyes, a smattering of brown freckles on rose-blushed cheeks, a sharp nose above full rosy-pink lips which pulled themselves. ’ ‘You have got to be fucking kidding me,’ I exclaimed. ‘I wish I was,’ she said softly. ‘But why would Iran want such a thing?’ I asked incredulously, ‘and what the hell is a ‘controlled war’?’ ‘Iran doesn’t want war any more than I’m sure most Americans don’t want war. It’s the Ahmadinejad government that wants war.’ ‘But why?!’ I asked, still confused. ‘As the memo explains, Ahmadenijad wants a war to increase his waning political power and increase his clout over the Supreme Leader,. In my dream she was smiling.It takes an hour for a proper bath, at least. If you could see the banksof bottles, tubes and jars that populate the girls bathroom now you'dunderstand. Shaving never ends. Armpits, a place I've largely ignore fordecades, were suddenly important. That kind of thing. I got first shot inthe morning after Tom left with Suzy for some work related thing. Probablyrunning in fear from imagined perfume and frills.While Rachael bathed I did chores in my usual uniform, yoga. They were pink roses, her favorite flower and color. Shaking her head, she picked the flowers up and unlocked her apartment, then slipped inside. Reaching the kitchen, with her car keys still in hand, the young teacher read the card, though she already knew what it would say. However, she read it anyway.Dear Ana, What a dear friend you are and I am sorry I misled you and you showed up where our principal had been led to believe had every intention of taking down both our panties and paddling.