She never wobbled in the least as she balanced perfectly on one leg and displayed her athletic ability to me.My throat wasn't the only place to get a ...ump.Dropping her long leg back to the floor, she moved forward and stepped out into the hallway. Behind her, I could see my little sister sat on the floor in the splits. Her legs were at one hundred and eighty degrees to each other and her forehead was touching her knee with her fingertips grazing her toe.The girl circled me as I stood still and. There was a lightthat was flowing into the room now. But it was more than that?it seemedto draw the decay and entropy from the air itself and replace it withsomething vibrant, living. Peeling paint remolded itself into flawlesshues, as cracks and fissures disappeared from healing stone. Life hadreturned to the hospital, or at least a part of it. And in the center ofthat radiance stood a single figure, her body clad in shimmering whiterobes.?Perhaps I can offer a suggestion?? Justice asked. One was blonde and one was dark haired. I estimate that they could not of been more than 18 or 19 years of age. In any event they were about 10 years younger than me and I liked that.Tony decided to take the bull by the horns and walked off and around to the two boys. I could see them chatting and Tony nodded my way and the two looked at me and I could tell they were interested. After a few minutes they all came across to where I was still seated. Tony introduced the two as being Rob and Steve. “Ali and Al. That’s going to be a bit confusing, isn’t it? Maybe I’ll think of something else to call you.”At my invitation, she took a seat at the kitchen table, while I rustled up two mugs of coffee, placed a tin of shortbread biscuits beside her and took a good look at her for the first time. She was definitely Indonesian, aged around 20 I guessed, with her short black hair pulled back into a bang behind her white tennis sun visor. She had sultry almond-shaped dark brown eyes, but wore no.