It had been a funky winter. Originally predicted to be warmer and dryer than normal, it had been colder and wetter and thus, darker. It was the type o...f winter where the sun never really shone. Instead, when it did, it was watery at best on those rare days when it was not completely hidden by clouds or obscured by various forms of precipitation falling from the sky. I work in a windowless bunker, arriving and going home pretty much in the dark with only a brief outdoor excursion at lunch, which. She said, “Well if you aren’t interested in fucking me can you at least give me a ride home?” This whole conversation was going on like we had just run into each other at a Starbucks and she was about to order up a taxi. It was eerie.I said, “I would be happy to, if you take a shower first.” I thought it would be a little tasteless to tell her that I didn’t want my car seats stained.She rose wearily from the bed. I have seen the exact same faltering gesture from people who had just finished a. For the next few hours I sat around the waiting room twiddling my thumbs and worrying. Of course I called my parents and my father left home immediately to come up and join me. Mother had to stay home to look after Aunt Aida.Both girls were down in theatre for several hours; Emily came back up first and was transferred to the Intensive Care Unit. Cecilia having apparently received a serious head injury was in theatre for several more hours.Myra and some of the other staff from my office turned. "I just want to give her a piece of my mind for what she did to me!" DeDe laughed. "Forget it!" she smiled. "That little minx isn't worth the wasted breath. I'll give you the same advice I give all of her victims. Just write it down as one hell of a ride and go on with your life." "I guess you're right," I said, feeling a little dizzy. "I shouldn't get myself all worked up. I mean, just because I slept with her doesn't mean I'm gay, does it?" DeDe laughed again. .