Soon we in the harbor, circling with the other boats. All the same direction because of less chance of a collision. The best description is a total ma...house, somehow everyone manages though. Tara was standing on the deck, her back to the bright 3/4 moon, watching the dark water. Then I heard her voice call out. ‘Fire in the water!’ That sounded strange, a woman’s voice. But she knew exactly what to do. She was quickly in the skiff and running the nets out and then back to close it. Tony hooked. It was getting dark, plus it was December in Chicago , deathly cold. I walked away quickly, slipping his hoodie over my short sleeve shirt.I turned to look at him, he was leaning against the wall, running a hand through his curly brown locks, eyes clamped shut, wallowing in the consiquence of his mistake.I walked quickly with my arms clamped tight around my laptop. I was ready to beat anyone to the ground with it if they gave me any trouble. But no one did.It was peaceful to walk in the crisp. One day I was lost in the markets parking lot and an eight year old Marco found me, brought me to her and she kept trying to make me stop crying insistently until I stoped. His mother loved me since we met and I couldnt figure why. When she brought me to my mother they turned into friends very fast, as Marcos mother tried really hard to let us two playdate once in a while, I learned to love them both. When our mothers got separated from their husbands we became something like a family. Even in. “I... um... oh my god I’m so sorry,” I stammered. “I thought Eric said his bedroom was to the right. Jesus I’m so sorry.” With my face red as a beet I shut the door and ran into Eric’s real room. God I’m an idiot. Trying to not think about the mortifying event that just took place, I changed into my pajamas and headed to the bathroom to get ready for bed. I was just finishing up putting on my moisturizer when the door to the bathroom was thrown open. “You liked it didn’t you, sweetheart.” I.