‘At least I kept my hair,’ he thought with a chuckle. Even into his old age his hair was thick and luxurious, never thin. He liked it, even when w...hite, since he looked distinguished.He walked out into the corridor and decided there was no sense in washing up before jogging. It would mean he would have to wash again when he got back. He shrugged, went down to the kitchen and put his sneakers on, then quietly went out into the front yard.James stood outside and smelled the morning. He sighed and. ” He handed to pouch back to Luis who had packed the pipe. Luis shook the pouch and folded it while the pipe nestled in the crook of his arm. The pipe was long and had a small bowl at the end made of dark wood, it was beaded in green and white seed beads along the shaft and the mouth piece was of horn. A beaded fringe adorned the joining of the shaft and mouth piece. Luis brought it to his lips and looked at Andre, “I need a light Poet.”“Sorry,” Andre said and produced a metallic object from. I die every morning when you leave, Eddie. Want you? I get so afraid . . .’ ‘Tell me what you’re afraid of, baby.’ ‘That you won’t come back. That I’ll be alone again. I don’t want . . . I can’t . . .’ and she broke down again in to the music of her private symphony of despair. ‘You’ll never go back there, darlin’,’ Ed said in velvet soft whispers of reassurance. ‘You don’t have to worry about that anymore. I’ve taken care of all of that, Sara. If I die tomorrow, I’ll still be able to keep you. Then, maybe you won't want to, At the end of this task." I gave it a thought, And then thought some more. And the hope in the girl's part Of my mind started to soar. "I'll give it a try," I told her. "We'll see. And after it's through, What will be, then will be." "No regrets will you have," the girl's voice said to me. "And you'll stay a girl then, What fun THAT will be!" "Can you make me some older?" I asked of them there. "We can but try," Replied the March Hare. Then the trio did start To.