I started collecting money for a food run when Steve pulled me aside."Don't sweat it, babe, I've got popcorn in my room." Well let's go," I said, hurr...ying him out the door.A word of introduction might be appropriate. My name is Alice and I'm the 5-2, eyes are blue, honey sweet gal of song. Throw in Kisses are Sweeter than Wine and you've got the full picture. I love old songs. If there was a future for music historians I'd be the in a flash. Instead I was in year two of a BS-RN program. It was. I had to agree. We swept out of the house and down the street, turning every head we passed.On the T, Boston's venerable subway, I spotted a drab-looking Asian woman in a loose-fitting blazer and slacks. Her face was changed, but recognizable.I smiled and approached her. "Roger Hsiu? Or is it Rachael now, or Robin?"She looked at me, startled, showing discomfort and no recognition. "Um, still Roger and you are ?"I folded my hands demurely before me. I realized I had been reaching to hug. My friend's travels drew me closer to Sarah. There were weekends together and even a few weekdays. I could not put my finger on it but I thought she had the hots for me. Our friendship was platonic and we had many good times together. But strictly platonic! I never took that extra step forward as she was my friend's wife. One evening I got a call from her and while chatting on my cell phone, I walked into my dark kitchen from where I could look into her bedroom. She was alone and I presumed. With three solid hours being the longest interval Ryo-chan had ever slept in one go in her entire current existence, over seven hundred years of hibernation not withstanding.Carefully making way, stopping at each door, along what normal human vision would define as a darkened hall, whom should she favor with her presence tonight? Decisions, decisions, there were so many possibilities!There was Always Sasami, but she'd been there, and her very best friend in the whole universe, seem to be.