Sometime later, the dark shapes of the ships from our second group loomed into view in the near darkness and our small flotilla turned like a well-cho...reographed troupe of dancers and headed for port. Another sixty ships waited offshore for our signal that it was safe to come into port. Ten ships at a time would enter until we didn’t need more. All twenty soldiers topside on each of the ships entering port first were dressed in Aragonese uniforms with crossbows visible so as not to raise undue. Reflexively, I turned up the volume so the sound would actually mean something during my drive. I heard the sounds of Crosby, Stills, and Nash singing "Southern Cross" and my mind left the traffic around me. Instantly, I was back in the sailboat, feeling the wind on my face and the shore leave me far behind. I hadn't a care in the world.Thinking of sailing my troubles away, I realized that I wanted a sailboat. I needed the freedom that comes from having the ability to sail away.I listened to. "You're really doing well," I commented.She just nodded, and suddenly we were in a very serious conversation about David's suicide, the hard months after, her own depression. I completely forgot the games for a little while, and was relating to my sister in the way we always had, emotionally close but devoid of sexual baggage of any kind. I felt some relief that the dynamic wasn't lost between us, and felt a huge pang of guilt over the deception I was engaged in."But I'm really doing much, much. She finished the hair and makeup prep and walked over to her closet to pick a robe. Black, no; red, no; pink, not quite; white, yes white! How much more innocent a color than white? She loosely tied the robe around her waist. She stepped into a pair of silver heels and went out into the kitchen. It was almost noon and the quiche was finished. She took it out to cool and got out two plates and set the table. She still had time, so she went into the living room to sit and wait for her boys. .