“No ... I don’t. I’m disappointed in what happened. It hurt me a lot. I thought we meant more than that to each other. It took me quite a while ...o realize I was wrong.”“No, you weren’t wrong. We did mean more to each other than just friends. I let myself be dazzled by dreams of bright lights and glamour and fame. I lost all sense of what was important to me,” she said forcefully, beginning to regain her composure. “Does that mean ... you can forgive me?” she finally asked.“I have to, don’t I?. De esas que… sirven para no pasar calor, digamos. Dejando al aire libre una buena proporción del escote.Me incliné para darle dos besos, y al hacer ella lo mismo, su camiseta quedó holgada y pude ver su escote en primer plano.-Ya tenía ganas de verte, tanto tiempo hablando… -me dijo ella, sin percatarse (o sin mostrar que se había percatado) de mis miradas a sus pechos.-Ya… yo también -dije sin saber qué más decir. Mierda, cerebro bloqueado. Bueno, típico en mí, y ella lo sabe. Solo espero que. That was just stupid. He’d been watching me for a few minutes. He had to know I wasn’t holding anything. Why did he let himself get distracted by my hands? Because he was stupid. I could see it by the look on his face and the way his eyes tracked. He was slow as hell. The other thing was,” I continued, “I waited until he started to say something. When you talk, it adds at least a half-second to your reaction time. His reaction time was shit begin with. I had all the time in the world to smack. He walked, zombie-like to the parking area north of his assigned bench. Got in his black Lexus sedan and drove south along Wornal.I waited to leave the Gifford house until I saw Birdy Cummings drive by in her nondescript tan Camry. Then I sat in my truck for another five minutes before I collected Buster. We put his bike in the back of my truck and I followed Birdy’s directions.South on Wornal. East on 63rd. I listened on my cell, Birdy said, “I’m heading past Oasis, still going east.”When she.