“The arrangement re picking her up is that you arrive just before nine, I have also given her an early morning call, for sometimes and not very ofte... she has overslept. If you become her transport, that arrangement could also be activated, but that would be between you both”, he concluded. Omo agreed and later that evening Elizabeth was texted to be advised of the new arrangement.Rick’s text was short and to the point, a far cry from two years before when they had been sexually active, but over. All of asudden, it seemed that she had become very quietand reserved, thinking about something, somethingburied deep inside her. It seemed to me that shehad become too quiet, staring off into space, orat me, and not saying a word. I couldn’t imaginewhy. She had always been so talkative. I shouldhave been thankful for the silence, but it wasobvious to me that something was bothering her.And, I truly cared about my sister, even though,at times, she could be a real pain in the. The CEO of the company and his wife welcomed us like family as we walked in and insisted that we pose for a photo with them. There was a table of appetizers and an open bar, complete with a bartender. My father ordered a generous whiskey and a wine cooler for me. Daddy greeted his peers with handshakes and introduced me as his date. Several offered me flirting smiles and others shrewdly winked at him. He gulped down his drink in a single swing and ordered another one while I took dainty. I am so sorry."The words were exactly like her: the studied drama, the overdone pathos.But her face no longer supplied the required expressions; no humility,no regret - no puppy eyes, no desperate eyebrows.Her face was a waxen mask - and her eyes were dead.He yielded two more steps - his bare soles pressing against the coldfloor, feeling as numb as his mind. He knew he should be mad, insultedby her cheap apologies, but there was nothing - no feelings at all.Shouldn't there be feelings?He'd.