[EMAIL PROTECTED] writes:
Edwin
Edwin drove around the city seeming to gander at the
sights. Though really he was trying to think of a way
to start. HE couldn't really talk about his losses
this easily. Still the compulsion to know more was
getting to him. "Would you believe it was fate or
coincidence if someone painted a portrait of you that
you have never met?" He asked her hypothetically.
Ria
Ria stared at him in shock. What sort was that? She
could not believe he had asked her that. She did not
believe in the afterlife and Edwin had said before, when
she asked him, they had not met. For the moment,
she decided to play along, "Why do you ask?" she
said slowly stressing the words.
