Not much I figured.Like it was with Blake when he visited, the first minutes were just us staring at each other, but unlike with Blake her tears were ...flowing. Well, I could relate, mine would be too, sooner or later. I broke the silence this time.“You okay?” I said.“Hell no,” she said. “How could I be okay, knowing what you are doing for me, worthless me!”“You are my life, Ava. I need you in my corner and doing what I say. I know we are going to be apart physically, but you will be with me in. I always thought I would get to really know a girl before things got this, you know, this hot and heavy.”“Even though you’ve probably heard some wild and crazy stories about me and my exploits, I actually agree with your sentiments. Without this NIS stuff, I would have had to learn a whole lot more about Tempe before doing anything like I have with her,” I said.When Desi appeared to struggle with putting his next thoughts into words, I added, “If you’d like me to talk with Sammy about not. “We have two million Palestinian refugees. We’ve agreed to take in up to a million more. The population in Gaza is already nearly two million. Why not just draw a line from here to here and make it Jordanian territory?” He turned away from the map, glaring. “You’re not giving us anything other than mouths to feed.”“Three reasons,” I said patiently. “One, the entire history of colonialism will tell you that drawing arbitrary lines on maps does not end well. Two, Israel will not accept a. After throwing some clothes on quickly, she hopped in her Toyota and sped over to the funeral home, it actually taking her 6 minutes less to get there than she originally told her older friend over the phone. Obviously, she was excited and not messing around. When she pulled into the drive in the back, she saw that the back door was slightly ajar, as obviously Mrs. Vargas was expecting her.“Took you long enough,” the older woman said dryly, with a smug little chuckle.“Huh?” replied Vicky, lost.