” “Oh, I will,” was her retort as she stepped to the end of the counter to collect her drink. In the far corner of the shop was a table with a...low, comfortable looking armchair and it was vacant so she headed straight for it and sank down into its welcoming cushions. She took a sip of the thick nectar in the plastic cup and sat back with a sigh. As she let the stresses and strains of the day dissolve away and the soothing effect of the extra strong coffee began to take effect, she decided. She goes to museums and photography shows. All the things I can’t share with—“ Rosanna cut her statement short… “You are awful, Rosie Romero. You’re only seeing Solace’s shortcomings. What about her fantastic cooking, and singing, and dancing and creativity? Ms. Harpie doesn’t have a creative molecule in her entire body. She’s so…passive!” Sam shuttered as if the mere mention of the word gave him gooseflesh. “Sam, I run a successful business that takes a lot of my concentration and effort. I. My hand was no longer slapping the steering wheel but instead tapping against it in rhyme to the classic glam rock music that was bursting through the speakers. Once the bag was about half empty and my Pepsi was nearly gone, the light turned red and I continued back on my way home, driving down 24th Street and driving through a a meadow of big, shady trees. When I finally made it to my house, I sighed in relief and finished my bag of chips and my can of Pepsi, but decided to save my bag of Jack. You are always a blessing in disguise for me. I put the food in the microwave and set the timer to heat the dinner.I make way into the bedroom and in the dim light of the bed lamp, I see you... You are sleeping happily, unaware of the world around you, your chest rising and falling with each breath of yours ... I can make out the outline of your body beneath the covers. I keep ogling at you for what seemed like an eternity. You are smiling in your sleep and I only presume that it might be a.