------------------------------------------------------------------------ "'I can't see you,' she complains. When had she perfected that peculiarly petulant tone? 'I'm here. You remember what I look like don't you?' Beneath his banter, there is the bedrock sincerity of the question. She does, doesn't she? 'Yes. Big nose.' He snorts tenderly for her; she can almost hear him smile. 'But I want to look at it anyway.'" ------------------------------------------------------------------------ *Click image to read* * Stories* * Home*