I need to write this down. My head is so fuzzy.DruggedI went to that bar at about nine o’clock Saturday night. Susan and Rick introduced me all arou...d to several people and everyone wanted to talk about Georgia and what they remembered. Mostly, it was pretty sweet and sort of a wake. All I had to drink was tonic. I know I didn’t drink anything else. I’d know, wouldn’t I?This one guy—Dean?—kept getting closer and closer to me and he was all, “Oh, too bad about your cousin. We all loved her. We. The reunion is filled with tears of joy, hugs, kisses, and an overwhelming sense of well-being. It isn’t long before her younger brother comes in to see what’s going on. The tears return with a vengeance, more hugs are shared, and everyone is so relieved.The joyous mother bids her daughter sit down while she cooks breakfast. It isn’t much, but it is as good as ambrosia to Ki Jung, if only for the fact that it’s her mother’s cooking. As they eat, Ki Jung tells them of her journey, the badger,. She won't tell me what the reasons are. She sounds strange."Julia said, "Family's very important to Chinese. Much more than for Americans."True, but I had better things to be doing than comparing cultures, so that was the end of our discussion about Lily.^[[Now is a good time to explain about Lily, even though I didn't discover most of the following until a couple of minutes ago, when my writing of my autobiography got up to introducing Lily and I did some research on her. It doesn't really. Fitzgerald and Hemingway peer down from their respective shelves. They would approve of our seamy tryst. Alex bumps a rack as we round a corner and a book falls to the floor with a sharp slap. The thunder answers in frustration and we both jump. A laugh slowly escapes as I bend to pick up the book. Alex’s laugh turns to a sigh as his eyes stop on my ass. I feel his hand softly caress me as I stand and turn back to him once again. A faint blush has washed over his face and his eyes are beginning.