"I'm so sorry."Slowly, Dawn took Laura's hand, which was lingering, caressing her cheek, and drew it down, under the fringe of the cutoff sweatshirt, ...placing Laura's palm flat against the warm skin and hard muscles of her stomach."I know you been dying to do this," she whispered.Laura could feel the smooth muscles of Dawn's stomach imperceptibly rippling under the skin of her palm, as if in response to her touch. Dawn was excited too, she realized. She's as excited as I am. I don't know how we. This gave her more closeness towards me and she was thrilled to hear that from me.On reaching her house ( a single bedroom apartment ) neatly done up, she offered me to sit on the sofa and she said she will be back now, and went to the kitchen and brought out two glass of juice and offered me.As we were sipping I was asking her what she wants to talk about, she sitting opposite to me said I feel like crying now and addressed me Kumar etta (malayalies call their hubby also like that).I have been. I was looking out of the window and all I could see was this perfectly round bottom climbing down from the passenger door and onto the tarmac. When she turned I let out a loud gasp and went as pale as a sheet. I had seen a ghost. A real ghost.There was a loud bang in the office as my chair hit the floor. I got up to run outside. Papers flew everywhere, the door was slammed shut, people that were in my way were pushed aside as I ran down the corridor. I exited the building in a rush that nearly. I don’t hear Kim, but when the next person arrives, I can hear Kim profusely complaining about Dahlia taking her morning to wake me up. I want to be here for Dahlia when she wakes up, but I have to defuse the situation. I’m careful not to wake her as I slip out of bed and put on some pants.I head for the kitchen, where I heard the complaining coming from. As I get there, I see Kim standing there looking at me, red-faced with anger and arms folded over her chest.Nobody dares say, good morning. I.