| ...but she doesn't. She slips into the other room and I lose reception, another weak AM station.
I hear her laughter from the kitchen, it carries like the sound of a fork on a crystal glass -heads turn. I wonder how many of us are holding our breath, waiting to see if she will land on our ponds, giving us a non-duckling appearance, if only for an evening.
When she emerges from the kitchen I try to appear aloof, uninterested for a moment. But my Old watch her through the mirror across the room trick doesn't work. She is peering at me, eyes above a glass of wine, eyes looking through the glass, through me.
The eyes say:
What do you want-really? Do you think I don't know what you desire-what your motives are? Consider only this- I am a possible. For someone, maybe you. But not tonight.
I stare back and try to comprehend her stare, her eyes seductive and menacing at the same time. I get up to leave and bump into a young women next to me-
"She always does that, that look-don't assume it's a No-sometimes it's Yes."
...how do you......? | 
