"********************It was early one morning, as I was lying half-awake in bed. I was in the middle of a private teaching session with one of my coll...agues. Suddenly the phone rang. Who the heck could be calling me at this hour? Anyone who knows me knows I am not a real morning person."Excuse me Cheryl, lift your head a moment I need to reach the phone." I reached my arm out and fumbled for the receiver."Hello." Hello, is this Alan Walters?" asked the caller."Um, yes it is, how can I help. .” for what I thought was the sixth time, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to look into the eyes of Kim.“Mind if I join you, Kenny.”“It’s a free country,” I said with a slight shrug.She sat down in the chair next to the endtable next to my chair. She clasped her hands together between her knees and stared at them. I mostly stared at the little black marks on my page. We sat quietly for a long moment as the waves beat quietly against the sand (the mute was on).“Jenny misses you.”“So I. I guess I didn’t have it that bad. I was still nervous that I might be loosing my ability. Why didn’t it work on that Susan chick? Am I ineffective with internal injuries? I couldn’t wait to get back to work that night. I simply just had to know.It was 10:pm when my shift started. I was there an hour early. Sara came in before I did. She had started scanning some charts. When nobody was paying attention I asked her Susan’s status.“She’s significantly better howbeit she’s still. He seemed to enjoy these little “interrogations” as he called them and despite her initial response to such discussion, he had convinced her to admit that she, too, like it very much. It was a perfunctory and rather uninspired performance that evening. The cast, the dancers, the musicians all seemed to have become road-weary perhaps and the production seemed to lack lustre and enthusiasm. He took an opportunity just before the intermission to grasp her wrist and encircle it with his fingers and.