She scattered the balls but theoutcome did not look good. Preppy made four easy shots leaving her with nooptions that would not take time. Time was no...w foremost on her mind as shereally wanted to get to that sweet piece of eye candy outside the window beforea bus, or something worse, swept her out of her life forever. She had to getthis overwith as soon a possible. She purposly sank the eight ball with a deftbankshot and turned again to the window."God",she thought, "That is one pretty girl.". She was as nervous as hell and teetered just a little on the tall black stilettos with silver spikey heels she had waited so long to wear. The walk down the path to the waiting cab seemed three times as long as usual; would the driver think there was anything unusual about the girl who was his latest fare? He smiled warmly and watched the long legs enter his cab.“Where to Miss?” Sissygirl was wary of speaking for the first time, a little scared that her tone of voice might alert the cabbie to. Come on, Jack. Get on with your living."Yes, Barbara would say that. She faced more than one loss with grace and serenity I envied. Barbara would be right. It had been seventeen months since she died. It was time to stop grieving and get on with living.Saying it is a lot easier than doing it. I had told myself a hundred times to start anew, but my own advice fell on sterile soil. Maybe it was the passage of time. Or, maybe it was the spring season when life is renewed. I knew now was the time. Wendy Austin, Attorney at Law.” That wasn’t her introducing herself to me ... she was talking to my voices ... and I’ll be damned if they didn’t talk back.And they shook her hand. I will admit it looked odd ... her hand was in an invisible clasp and moving up and down ... just like it would in a physical hand shake. I am hurt ... they didn’t shake my hand when they started talking to me.I pouted.The bloody mess ... Wendy ... Wendy Austin ... her ... the cringing ... wait. She’s sitting normally.