He washed what he could reach, tenderly, and let her sleep against his chest, until the water began to chill. When she refused to wake up, he began dr...pping it onto her forehead. Her hand began brushing the water away, like an annoying fly. As the amount of water became heavier and more frequent, she said, ‘How can I possibly marry someone as evil as you?’ ‘Honey, you have to admit, life with me will never be boring.’ ‘Boring hell, you nearly killed me.’ ‘I can see it now, when they have me on. "You're blushing, Roger," gasped Sandra as they began to settle down."Topic switch, please," I said through clenched teeth. "You really think Choi would let us have a celebratory dinner in a restaurant, or something like that? He'd probably laugh us right out of that office of his if we dared bring it up. Or worse." There's one other thing you could mention," smiled Sandra. "Do you know how long it has been since Wendy saw her mother?" How long?" I queried, turning toward Wendy."I have not seen. I waited for twenty seconds that seemed like twenty hours, then the door handle clicked and the door swung open. I finally stood face to face with Ann. Time stopped as we looked at each other for the first time. Ann was beautiful. Simply beautiful. She was wearing shoulder length silky black hair, cascading on her shoulders like Cleopatra. He skin was white and her lips a vivid red. Her eyes were deep blue and sparkling, framed perfectly with eyeliner and mascara. She wore large gold hoops in. ”“But who am I? I don’t know. I don’t think I ever knew. Not since my parents died, anyway.”“Oh, my dear! Knowing yourself is a lifetime exploration! You might try Yoga, or Buddha. There’s the Kabala, and Sufism. In the meantime, though, take that job in the cafe. Live here with us.” Kat placed a plate piled up with fried food in front of her. “And build up your strength with this. Would you like tea, or coffee? Orange juice?”Carole picked up her knife and fork. “This morning? Coffee, I.