Mostly.Lilliana laughed the most brilliant laugh he had ever heard in his life and then dissolved into a fit of giggles that soon had both of them red...ced to tears. Each time one of them settled down far enough to try and talk, the other burst out laughing which only served to make matters worse. Winded at least they both crumpled into a companionable heap in the grass.Without even realizing it, Robert captured her hand and held it tight. Lilliana looked first at his tear streaked face, then at. "The youth looked at the photo; it was of his parents when they were firstmarried. They were leaning out of an old 1940 Plymouth Business Coupe,mugging for the camera. Heath realized then, that there was more to hisfather than he had thought. Dying, his father had been waiting to seeHeath one last time. Now that they had reconnected, it could be time forhim to go.As if on cue, he mouthed the words to his son. "I love you, son."Tears began to cascade down on Heath's cheeks, for he knew he would. I let go of my rod and tapped a cigarette out the pack. As I lit it, Ireplied, "You suppose right, dollface."I took a drag from my Lucky Strike and held out the pack for her, "Carefor a fag" I offered. As she nodded okay, her dangling earring clangedlike wind chimes. As I lit her smoke, she leaned forward and began totell me her troubles, as if dames like her should have any cares in theworld apart from what dress to wear. As she spoke the sight of her bloodred lips led to a throbbing in my. I walked the short two blocks to my house watching as the kids raked the colorful red,orange, and yellow leaves into piles. They would jump into them, throwing them into to the air and at each other. Then they would rake the leaves up again, and continue to have fun. I smiled remembering my childhood days where I had done the same thing with my brothers and sisters.I walked into the house and hurried into my room to get dressed for the party that would be starting in two hours. Maybe next year.