. .? Thinking back, I don’t remember having them since after the accident. I’ve been able to see just fine, and somehow never noticed their lack.�...�Did you. . .?”“Of course,” she replies, as though it’s a foolish question. “I can’t be seen in the company of someone with such an obvious physical flaw.”“Seen in. . .” For some reason, I have a hard time finishing sentences. I’m not sure when it happened, but at some point I’ve decided not to flee. “I thought you were invisible to other people.” No,. I’m not ripping you off or anything. This is all your doing. If you’d been straight with me, you’d never know I had a gun.”“I still don’t believe you. It’s a fake,” the chief said, and I could see him tensing. I knew he was just a second away from coming at me. Holding the gun directly in his face, I yelled “Bang!” just as loud as I could, and was satisfied to see his whole body jump. I was even more satisfied to see a little wet spot appear in the front of his slacks where he’d peed himself a. They served to remind me that nothing in life could be taken for granted – even when you could see the future.It was Saturday afternoon, and I met up with Inez at the home of her aunt and uncle. When we arrived, we found that the only one present was Rosie. I noticed right away that she seemed a little preoccupied. She fixed us a late lunch, and when we sat down to eat, Rosie began to talk in a low voice. She spoke mostly in Spanish, and I was familiar enough with the language at this point to. I presumed that I was the other.Kristen raised her glass to me, saying, “To the man I’ve been waiting for all my life.” I blushed at that, we hardly knew each other. We met the evening before, slept together a total of one night and made love a total of zero times. Perhaps she was trying to make Michelle jealous.After our toasts, Brett kissed Michelle with a long, lingering kiss on her lips. I ached to kiss my wife but instead kissed Kristen’s soft, sweet lips.Brett told us, “I made a.