As I walked I remembered the last time I'd done this exact samething. He'd told me he was injured yet had gone out with the boys. If hewasn't home thi...s time then all bets were off. As impossible as it seemed,I decided before opening the door that if he wasn't there, if he refusedto cooperate, I was done with him. A certain hardness embraced my beingas I made my way to the kitchen. Aunt Alice was nowhere to be found as Iplaced the entire pizza, box and all in the oven. I put the oven on warmand. She rested her head on the pillow facing away from me. Some of the motel parking lot lights were peeking through the blinds and entering the hotel room. I could see the outline of my mother's gorgeous figure. I moved closer and spooned her. I felt her stir a little as she move closer to me. The bed's so much more warmer, now that you're under the covers, she said. I told her I'm glad, cause it's freezing otherwise. When I said my mom was in shape, she isn't a total hard body. She was soft in. I heard them laughing, and in my head I was hoping they were making making some inappropriate jokes about me.Not much happened from here and up to the top of the mountain... They sometimes were too far behind me to see, and other times they caught up again. At the top of the mountain, I was disappointed they were never even so bold as to try to approach me or make small talk. I enjoyed the view for an hour or so, and got started on the trek down the other side of the mountain. Too bad they. ’ We were both business when we talked business. Even working at home, we remained professional having clients to our home offices or meeting them in town. Our meetings were close enough together in time and place that we planned to make it a joint trip. Cherie works in graphic arts and free-lances for museums, theaters, and the city. She has a reputation for blending real scenes with creative interpretations. She has a keen sense of color that gives her work three-dimensional qualities. Her.