Well, we’d burn that bridge when we got to it. At any rate, all the arrangements were finally made, and the departure day finally rolled around.Jane... asked what time they needed to be at the airport for our flight. I asked what time she’d like to leave. She looked confused, then the penny dropped.“Private aircraft. The pilots won’t leave without us,” I said, working hard not to smile. That earned me yet another dirty look…which was fine with me. But I’d watch myself walking through doors when. Don’t you want to see it before I ship it? I asked.No, she said, I want you to bring it out personally. This really surprised me.You don’t want me to mail it to you? I askedI very much want you to come here and give it to me in person, she said. I’ve seen it through all the various stages of progress, and love it. Besides, my husband and I would like to meet the artist. As I often traveled for my job, it was no problem for me to schedule a meeting near Cindy and Jim’s city within the next. Chris smiled at her. "Thought that might be the case. How's pizza sound?"Her only response was grunt, and Chris decided to treat it as a yes.He watched her while he heated the pizza up in the microwave. She didn't move, just sat there staring at the other side of the room. Now she was the one who'd hit the wall.He brought her a plate full of pizza and a drink of milk. She sculled the milk, just gone, and then listlessly started working on the pizza.It was like watching a flower blossoming in. In the next breath, three very different silhouettes were arising from the water edge. We didn’t dare draw breath for fear the mirage would disappear. As the trio of Adonis’s drew near we looked at each other in astonishment, then back to them and knew that they were real. Mirror’s couldn’t reproduce exact replicas as perfect as the men approaching us. Tall, broad shoulders, taut muscles stretched across lean ribs that narrowed to long graceful legs. Loin clothes covered their modesty. Golden.