"It took a second to hit me. "Twenty-three years? We have been married twenty-six years Marsha." I know Frankie. The loving part has always been there..., but I'm afraid that I can't say the same about the faithful part." Is that what this is about?" Yes." You have been cheating on me? With who?" You don't know them." Them? How long has it been going on Marsha?" Since last week." You just told me that you have only been faithful for twenty-three of our twenty-six years." The three years were. Waiting peacefully on the deck, he replayed the conversation with Donna in his mind. This was going well. Very well. And the sparkle behind his eyes would have been very apparent if anyone had been looking."Okay Mike. Hannah confirmed your stalker status, and tells me you're mostly harmless, but not to let you have too many coffees. Let's go." Harmless? How dare she. We'll have to have words." Yeah alright, but not now. Let's get out of here." Your wish, and all that. It's that red Toyota. Much of the caravan, dressed in their silk costumes, on stilts, walking on their hands, standing on each other's shoulders, cart wheeling, juggling and cavorting, exhorting through leathern megaphones while blowing whistles banging drums and shaking rattles "Come and see the show, amazing feats and no tricks! The mid afternoon following tomorrow night! Don't miss this chance to see sights you will never behold again!" They attracted lots of attention.Finally the big day arrived, and the. I am careful not to lose myself in the moment because I’m afraid I’ll lose the memory and am desperate to ensure that the memory remains even if the touch doesn’t. Both hands are resting on my face, cradling my jaw line. The difference in height is obvious as I stand here with my eyes squeezed shut trying to guess what’s in your thoughts, how we must look together, and the distance from your mouth to mine. A slight movement. From where? Above me or below? Your hands remain on my face but.