Even afterthat she kept giving missed call and that disturbed me. Later I told some fakename and she said that her name as Jeni and we decided to talk...after my work.When I called her in the evening she said that she likes my voice and style oflanguage. She like the way I called herimmediately after the missed called and enquired who this is. As we spoke, westarted giving fake build-up about our jobs, marital status, likes and dislikesetc.to make her feel comfortable I did say her voice is also. I see the wagons leaving, charging off without me. I will never make it in time, and my family cannot risk being caught by my ill made time. I can feel the heat of the flames against my wings, my back. I look around hastily for a place to escape, a place to run to...Ahead, a thick wall of pines that extends up the side of a small mountain...with my last bit of strength I surge forward, panting, into the thick darkness of greenery. The sharp scent of cedar and pine and aspen assails my nose. I. Well only a few years later who was laughing now?I rang the bell and Tony opened the door. He was getting tall and I had to admit filling out quite well. He gave me a shy smile his ruffled hair needing a good comb. I refrained from the motherly instinct to tell him that."Hi Darling happy birthday."He nodded looking over his shoulder."Oh hi Debbie," he said a little horse. "My mums out."I fixed him a stern stare. "Auntie Debbie, please sweetie," I chastised him stepping in the house.He gulped. Kenith kneeled slowly in front of her, taking his strong hands and unzipping the side of her boots and pulling them off taking a moment to look up and smile at her before starting work on her feet. “Get comfortable.” He said quietly and she, without thinking, listened removing her beads and jersey and tossing them to the chair nearby. She closed her eyes and let his hands work; oh his hands….. hands that while strong, were gentle on her feet and ankle, making their way up to her calf muscles .