The pain can be debilitating. Seeing Liz brought back the love and the loss I felt for Baltje, and I wanted to physically rekindle that love and, in s... doing, cast away the grief. Intellectually, I knew what I wanted wasn't truly viable. Liz isn't Baltje; she just looks like Baltje, and the luncheon today helped me come to terms with that fact again. I'll deal with Andy and Liz as Andy and Liz in the future, not as Andries and Baltje." Won't you still feel some pain when you see her?" I. There were many bottles of beer all over the place and three big empty bottles of Gin. My stepdad as you know is not a lightweight when it comes to drinking but this was the first time I have seen them drink so much. Mom was already past out on the floor next to his feet by halftime and Mike was snoring loudly on the loveseat. I watched him drink one more beer as he continued to cheer for his team. I laughed loudly when Mike fell of his chair and Dad giggled a bit. A few minutes later Dad. And when there's the added tension of not knowing exactly how they flow and bulge under their own weight when uncovered, it almost drives me crazy.And just as mysterious as what that cleavage leads to, is her smile. Her personality is soft and quiet. And she smiles often. What drives me wild about it, is the fact that I do not always know what the smile means. Sometimes her smile looks almost knowing. Sometimes inviting. Sometimes as if she knows exactly what she is causing. Sometimes. "Well, there are some people that, uh, do this sort of thing. Figure out people's dreams and all that." You mean... like psychics?" Er, no. I mean... um, like professionals." Professionals," Cassie echoed tonelessly. "You mean... like doctors." Well, yeah, but ones that do this sort of thing. Uh... do you understand what I mean, Cassie?"There was a long pause. When she spoke again, it was in measured tones. "Yes, Melinda, I believe I do. You think I'm insane." Huh? No, I don't! Wait,.