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the molecules of the atoms in the father say goodbye to someone who
water and created a change in the
very essence of the universe. That I have never met. My dad is talking
would catch your eye wouldn't it?
A change? The woman in the fiery to them through a slightly cracked
red dress walks out from behind
the fountain. She is blonde with open door. Irun around behind my
an hourglass figure. Her face and
body though does not have color, father to see who it is. No, wait, it
just shade. Only her sparkling red
dress and those deep baby blue eyes couldn't be. That cannot be correct.
of hers have color. She has that
suave walk that extremely sexually My eyes are still meeting her eyes
enlightened women have, where
her hips sway from side to side. It is or maybe they have just met, and ,~
the walk that empowers women to
such incredible heights for it drives hear "I'm sorry" ... Joe. "I'm sorry.
men crazy and stupid. She lifts her
head up just enough for her eyes to What? Wait...
meet with mine and I am suddenly
mixed with emotions that make me "I'm sorry for the wait sir, may
want to dive into the very depths of
her soul or jump off a cliff from not I take your order." The waitress
being able to. She smiles, or maybe
she doesn't, or maybe Ijust wanted says, and I whip my head around
her to smile, but in either case she
should have smiled. so quickly Ihear it crack. "
Splash! Ifeel cool and alive all "What? Oh ... yeah ... yeah, sure.
at the same time as my heart acceler-
ates and my eyes open to my under- The weight of the memory sits heav-
water surroundings. Iam five years
old in the back of my Dad's lake ily with me and drives me into silent
house. I loved that lake house and
I associated that love and that place thinking for the rest of the day.
with my father. I am suddenly in-
side the house though watching my "Joe," Isay ina questioning way.
14 It is the following day, and Joe and
I are sitting in Joe's house watching
football, which is oddly on silent, or
maybe my focus is so withdrawn
I just can't hear it. "Joe ... Do yOU
remember the woman in the red
dress?"
The silence that follows can be
compared to the frozen depths of
the deepest blackness of space and
as such feels like it will never end.
I sit still on the couch now with
my head down trying not to make
eye contact with Joe, for I have J.Ust
mentioned a subject that has been
repressed for so many years in our
minds that the thought is like an ex-
