Whatever we make, we bank away for tuition and books, and maybe an apartment or something. The only thing that sucks is that we have to wear jeans or ...ants. I'd rather have my black landing strip exposed for all to see. But it's a health regulation.Anyway, I'm at work one night and it's been a little rough. The customers have been ruder than normal. I clock out for a break and I certainly need it. Kacey doesn't have anyone in her line and comes to find me in the breakroom."Erin, can you come. At midnight the livesthey know will come to an end. A slice of life without a plot. A lovestory. Very short.Music 'Til MidnightbyABC de FIt was the perfect romantic setting, as it was designed to be. The livingroom was dark, lit by scented candles. The mechanics of the airconditioning were cloaked by the music from the computer, a program ofsongs that was exactly two hours long. It was timed to end at midnight, asso much would.They had picked the songs together, laughing at discovering familiar. We then set off in convoy for Pickering Station. Larry and Katie soon found two engines and decided to get them in steam, again this was going to be a long process and would mean an overnight stop in Pickering. Things were nowhere near as comfortable as when we used our train but we found a carriage with compartments and turned this into a make shift dormitory. We had brought cold food with us and by the evening we had a good supply of wood and the two engines were warming up. We had a relaxing. It took a few days, but eventually, I managed to makepeace between them.“Heidi, all this cold shoulder treatment isn’t doing anygood. We must show Ahmed that we love him, otherwise howwill he know?”“He wants to leave us, Kalik. With me eight monthspregnant. I feel betrayed.”“Do you love Ahmed, Heidi?”“You know I do. Almost like I love you, Kalik.”The “almost” was a kind gift.“If you love him, you must forgive him..