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your
dreams.” His gray eyes flashed.
    “ Are you always this way?
You’re not like the others out there.” I waved my hand to the
window overlooking the party below.
    “ God, I hope so.” He
laughed. “I’ve spent so much of my life around normal, boring,
uptight people. I would welcome the slightest suggestion of being
different.”
    “ Well, you are the most
different person I have ever met.” I shook my head. “And the most
direct.”
    “ I believe we waste too
much time trying to explain things,” he said, thoughtfully. “I
prefer to get to the point as quickly as possible. I think you are
the same way.”
    I looked at the floor and heard him shuffle
in his chair. There was another brief period of nervous
silence.
    “ So you are in college?” he
started again.
    “ Yes, I go to nursing
school at LSU.”
    “ Nursing school?” The
inflection in his voice changed oddly.
    I raised my eyebrows. “Why,
doesn’t that suit me either?”
    “ No, I don’t see you as a
nurse. I thought that maybe you would be studying something like
history or politics; something suiting a woman of your
character.”
    “ Another uncharacteristic
venture on my part? Really, Mr. Alexander.”
    “ David,” he
corrected.
    “ Okay, David. You know,
you’re starting to sound like my father.”
    “ He doesn’t want you going
to nursing school?”
    “ No. He wants me to pursue
other interests.”
    “ Marriage and screaming
brats, eh?”
    “ Something like that,” I
snickered. “My father wants me to pursue the family business. He
cannot understand that I have my own goals—”
    “ Your own
dreams.”
    I shook my head. “I sound
silly, don’t I?”
    “ No, not at all. You have a
great deal of passion inside of you. That is very rare. I had an
aunt once who said passion was a sign of creativity. All painters,
poets, and generals have it because it’s the spark that ignites
dreams.” He leaned back in his chair. “So which are
you?”
    “ What?” I questioned,
distracted by his eyes.
    “ Are you a poet, painter,
or general?”
    “ None of the
above.”
    “ I don’t believe that. I
would have pegged you as a general.” He nodded his head and added,
“It’s all right. I don’t betray secrets, Nicci. I don’t betray
friends.”
    “ Friends? Funny, we don’t
seem like friends. You and I just met.”
    “ People can meet only once
and be friends for a lifetime. Friendship doesn’t always have to be
in the form of a physical presence. As long as you have space for
someone in your heart, they will always be your friend.”
    “ Did your aunt say that,
too?” I was no longer comfortable sitting beside him. I got up and
walked over to one of the bookshelves.
    “ No, my father did. He was
an expert at leaving people behind. But that’s not the topic at
hand. We were talking about your dreams.” He stood up and
approached me. “Are you going to tell me about them?”
    At that moment, there was a
knock on the door. We both turned to see Sammy standing, or
attempting to stand, in the entrance to the library.
    “ Well, thish is where ya
been hidin’ yusef.” Her accent was thicker as she wobbled up to
David. I backed away from the two of them.
    “ I was lookin’ all over fo’
ya, honey.” Sammy pitched forward and David caught her before she
hit the floor.
    I watched him trying to collect her limp
body into his arms. He looked up and his eyes darted about the
room, purposefully avoiding mine. I could see the humiliation in
his face.
    The room began to close in
on me. I couldn’t watch this scene any longer, and ran out of the
library. Once downstairs, I nearly tripped over Colleen on my way
out of the patio door from the hall. She was hunched over the side
of the steps, leaning against a potted fern.
    “ Colleen, are you all
right?”
    I couldn’t understand her
garbled response. I lifted her up, as best I could, and dragged her
to the car.
    Before I could pull around
the pile of cars that blocked me in