After all, that's what BFF's sometimes due, you know, just for fun. Butso far, if they have, they're both damn good actresses.This evening will be the... first time since the gallery exhibit that thethree of us will be at the same place. And it's a forgone conclusion thatwe'll end up chatting together. So no doubt, tonight's the night for thedam to burst and the tears to start flowing, or not.I'm one of the last to arrive (last minute change of clothes, don't ask)and find my self a nice comfy seat. "Lila kissed Aisha, "Thank you for everything."Lila descended the stairs; she expected the basement to be stuffy, hot with the flames of braziers, to hear the wailing of the condemned, the screams of the tortured. Instead she entered a plain, air-conditioned room, with an unlit fireplace, a leather armchair and, on the wall, instead of shackles, she saw long bookcases. A figure, a tall, dark man, sat on the armchair, a book in his hands."Good evening," he said, standing up politely; he seemed. We had a glorious morning run, all four of us delighting in the togetherness and our bodies joy in running, me and Sweetpee running circles round the humans. They are so slow, in spite of being fast for their kind. When we got back Leader finally took my advice and offered food and sneezedrink, that hot black drink all humans love whose smell makes me sneeze. I and Sweetpee lay in a heap under the table and I was happier than ever before. Twotails found Leaders sweetsounder and she could play. There is no sound from Kirsty’s flat.Like a waiting predator he sits in the silence.Twenty minutes later the door to the street opens and he glances at the clock. It reads 04:14.Silently he moves to his front door turning off the lights as he passes the switch. There are two sets of feet climbing the stairs and hushed voices though he knows it is Kirsty long before he hears her, or sees her through the spy hole.Behind her comes the bald head of the black man from the dance floor. The cold lake.