. Or the one.”Elyse smiled and I went back to my office.February 7, 1992, Chicago, Illinois“Steve,” Dave said, “I have a résumé from one of ...eri’s friends. A Kajri Cooke. Jeri says you talked to her at the New Year’s party.”“A cute Indian girl, with Cindi’s body type.”“Ah, I remember seeing her. What did you think?”“Intelligent. She’s a Windows programmer into user interface and design. Jeri met her at the last WUG meeting.”“Her résumé looks good. I’m going to bring her in for interviews.”“No. No, David couldn'tremember what colour their eyes were. Could not recall having everknown. One had spectacles, the other hadn't. One had a slightGeordie accent, the other the product of the Home counties. Bothwere lab technicians working in the Helgarren laboratories.And they were both in love. Or so they claimed. In love with Anneand Sophie.Perhaps it was pure coincidence, yes surely if must be that ....but the current subject under discussion by the aspiring writers atthe Guild was poetry.. 2 upstairs dining rooms and 2 downstairs dining rooms, I walk slowly towards the room your party is in. My knees feeling weak, my palms starting to sweat, I sneak in and look around. There, across the dance floor close to the bar… I see you!!! Everything I could have imagined. Standing there with a drink in your hand, laughing with someone about a conversation you are having. Your charcoal suit looks absolutely amazing and your tie, such a perfect blue against the gray. My heart starts to do.
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