."I could never decide if Sunday was the first day of the week or the last. My job at the club and my old job at the restaurant used Saturday as the e...d of the week and Sunday as the beginning, but biblically Sunday was day seven. And calendars seemed split on the subject.If Sunday is the end of the week, then this was a great way to end a not-so-great week.On the other hand, this could be the beginning of a great week.I decided that this week, anyway, Sunday was day one. A week with no. Something about the way he carried his shoulders. So straight. So sure. So confident.She'd stand just to the side of the crowd, back behind the squalling, sticky-fingered children waiting to dig into Grandma's carryon bag. Sean always knew where to find her. Even in the most crowded of waiting groups, she'd always be right there. Two steps behind the gate counter, dressed in one of his favorite dresses. Something that flowed. Something that drifted. Something that made her look like his bride.. So many people were genuinely concerned about him. Given that he considered himself friendless a mere year ago, he was moved beyond words.A cake was wheeled in and he was asked to give a speech. Not being one for public speaking, Gregg simply made a joke about his students doing anything to delay getting their tests back. The rest of the class was a wash. For most of the female students, it was simply an opportunity to come up to him, shake his hand, get to look deeply into his eyes, and let. I did not see myself getting that angry in every battle and the strain on my body was immense. I found myself fighting to stay awake only a few moments later and could not win the battle.I woke to find myself in a familiar cave. It was the one that I had shared with Lillian a short time ago. The fire was lit and roaring with a pot of something being kissed by the heat of the flames. The smoke billowed up through the opening, though it was much darker than I would expect. The smell was.