I contemplate. ‘Alex you aren’t any more talkative.’ ‘It would be better if I didn’t think about what I was going to say?’ I return as blo...d pumps through my face. Nicky gets up from the clean white chair and walks to my table on the deck of a small café. As she stands I can’t prevent my eyes from evaluating her and all her new curves. The years have turned her from an adorable teenager into an amazing woman, cute shapely and lean. ‘So?’ She goads superciliously at my cup which masks my face as. Here she was, thinking she’d land looking as immaculate as when she left, now her hair was a mess from falling asleep on it, and she felt like she really needed a shower. Slowly getting up from her window seat, she did her ‘excuse me’s and wandered into the bathroom at the back of the plane. Geez! It was worse than she thought. Her eyes were falling out of her head, her skin was pale and tired, and trying to do a sexy smile at herself in the mirror made her look like an alien. Cursing, she. Wtf was I doing. She had to see everything, after a sort while . I noticed my mother no longer sitting there. I thought I was dead any minute shed wake up my father and he'll knock the shit out of me or worse call the cops. I quickly turned off the light. I could her the grandfather clock ticking in the hallway 1..2..3.minetues no dad no screaming nothing . Then I hear moms bedroom door open and her going down the hall I peeked out of my room to see she her up and disappeared into the bathroom. Music played softly, Enigma's distinctive sound almost mournful. Wind gusts occasionally rattled the large multi-paned windows. Yellow-red flames from the gas fire flickered. With a smile, I stood and turned off the floor lamp. Extending my hand to Sasha I said, "Dance with me, Sweetheart."I loved dancing. Sasha's mother had loved dancing. It was what had brought us together way back when. Sasha had learned to dance as a toddler by standing on my feet. She and I had danced often before she was.