I felt the little beads of sweat pooling on my temple. Sit here and look nice...I could do that. But answer questions? I knew I wasn't going to win this little game; that wasn't the issue. I just really, really didn't want to look like a moron in front of the entire country.

The Angeles air was quiet, and for a while I laid still, listening to the sound of Maxon breathing.

It was almost comforting, this mutual acceptance of our secrets.

We danced. Remember? I was so proud to have you there, in my arms,in front of other people. Even if you did look like you were having a seizure.

You deserved to be loved. And I hope you get to marry for love and not a number.

The look in Marlee's eyes was triumphant, and the smile hiding behind her cup of tea said, 'Gotcha'!

You are not the world, but you are everything that makes the world good.