”“I hadn’t thought about that.”“I have. You brought your cell phone, right?” I knew she had. She never goes anywhere without it, especiall... when her kids go off to spend weekends with their father.“Yes, and it’s got a fresh charge, too!”“Good…when you get inside that SS, fire it up, and get your ass out of this parking lot…check to see the fuel gauge and give me a call. If it’s on empty, try to make it to the BP down near I-70, we’ll fuel it up there and that’s a mile from here. Unless he’s a. It felt quite natural walking and talking with her, and I went in without thinking. She told the manager her name was Margo, and that she had called earlier about a one bedroom apartment."I'm late for a meeting," the manager said. "Since you called, I'll give you the key to the available one-bedroom so you can take a look."Margo thanked her, took the key and a map of the complex, and I followed her out and down the road toward the park. (The complex was right behind Albertson's and next to a. Floating... lightweight and free, and relaxed. It had taken him a fewminutes to really get into it, but Gloria's voice had eventuallybrought him to this state, and he loved it. It felt so good. Just hisamazingly relaxed body, and mind, and Gloria's voice. Calming,relaxing. Making all his problems and stress seem to magicallydisappear. So nice, so relaxed, so wonderful. As he listened to herwords, some phrases that she kept repeating seemed to urge him to relaxeven more, go deeper, then. Finally, I looked up at this beautiful woman, twenty years younger than I, and said, my voice rough with emotion and tension, "Bela, my darling, the rest of it was that it was torment to be around you and to know that my role as your mentor kept me from ever telling you about my feelings."Now it was she who bowed her head and looked down at the table, clearly at a loss for words. When she looked up, she had tears in her eyes. My heart sank as it became clear that she was trying to think of what.