"I'm sorry for messing up your car." "Mess it up all you like," I smiled. She caught my playful tone and turned her eyes to me again, and I could feel...her giving me the once over. "Your first time, right?" she asked. "I don't remember seeing you in class before." "First time, yep. I'm officially a yoga virgin." She laughed, "Not anymore, right? How was it, anyway?" If I'm totally honest, it was pretty hard. I play a lot of football but this was something else."My eyes were fixed to the road. How about in front of a camera?’ ‘No …’ ‘It’s a thrilling pleasure, Kim, it’s more thrilling than anything you’ve ever tried. Would you like to?’ ‘It depends.’ ‘On what?’ ‘On the place you’re willing to film.’ ‘Is my apartment suitable?’ ‘I guess …’ ‘You’re unsure. What’s the matter?’ ‘Nothing. I’ve … it’s just … I’ve never done that in front of a camera before.’ ‘I know what’ll boost your confidence,’ he fished from his left pocket his cell phone. He then took my hand and pressed it between. I almost cheered. She began ordering the guards to form up ranks, then spoke with Eamon for a while. She was visibly agitated when she caught sight of Duncan, and I wondered how much was guilt and how much rationalised anger. I'm curious if she's been able to convince herself that she did the right thing, calling the retreat at Ostagar, or if she knows she left the King to die.I noticed that Theron had managed to situate himself close to the group of nobles; I only hoped he'd be able to keep. "Outside there was a prolonged rumbling. Thunder? Or just a passing jet?Marcia cubed the apple she'd been cutting and threw the pieces into astew pot. She mixed in the brown sugar, butter, flour, and chopped nuts.Then she stirred in the spices: clove, nutmeg, and cinnamon. She waitedfor the contents of the pot to boil and turned down the flame. Addedsome water. In a matter of minutes, the little kitchen was filled withan aroma almost as delicious and satisfying as a wedge of the finishedpie.