She was bright and cheerful, almost too cheerful if you have ever met such a person. Linda invited me, but I didn’t feel comfortable since my visit ...as unannounced. “Actually,” I pleaded, “My garbage disposal won’t work and I was wondering if Alex knew anything about garbage disposals.”Linda was not only cheerful but probably a bit naïve. “Oh yeah,” she replied, “I’ll send him right over.”It was a Saturday morning and I apologized for asking for help on what appeared to be a lovely day to do. I’m sorry, Bill. I wish I could just let go and we could start again, but until this … cloud is gone, I can’t relax and be myself. I hope you understand.’ ‘Of course I can, Zena. You have every right to be upset. I have one thought right now and that is to remove Roger Traubel from your worries and your life. I’m going back to my office now. Are you going to be OK?’ ‘Yes … I am now. I’m so grateful for your help. Thank you, Bill.’ He leaned forward and kissed her softly, smiling as he turned. Though at least neither of us has to concoct a lame excuse to suddenly leave alone. Panther, what’s the location on that portal?” said Matt. “Uh oh. That’s close by. Really close. And this gym is the loudest, most conspicuous thing in the neighborhood right now.”“Come on, then,” Jennifer said, taking his hand and moving towards the door.“Wait,” said Matt, standing firm while she tugged on his arm. “Do you hear that?”“It’s just the music.”Matt slowly looked up. Some of the lights that hung from. But there is nothing quite so charming, quite so disarming, as the confidence that comes with feeling beautiful. Cotton, clean, white, cotton. My bra is satin, with delicate lace atop and a front clasp. Over all? An off-white satin slip. I smooth it down my torso, noting with approval the way it hugs my hips and chest.When I step out into the street, perched atop three-inch white heels and wearing a button-down, pale-yellow dress, with discreet white flowers, I embody Spring itself. I could.