At a hospital.      "Hi! Please I'm asking for an Eric Glleen."    Dia asked the nurse in attendance behind the counter. The woman looked at her briefly and disappeared into the base of the counter. Dia was tempted to climb the counter to find out what the Nurse's problem was.     The woman came up again, in her hand was a little paper. She quickly tucked it into one of the front pockets. She smiled at Dia and looked away, to the book on the brick counter.    Dia wondered why the nurse was acting so wierd and creepy. At last the nurse looked up and said,     "Condolences. The fifth ward by the left."     "Condolences."   Dia said in return not sure what she had intended it to be. Whether a question or an assorted group of words.     She turned and began to walk in the direction the wierd

        Outside Max's office.    "I'll go alone,Albert. I'm going to meet Dia."     Albert's emotionless face twitched at that. He wished he could grab Max in the collar and lift him up, hurl him against the stairs which led into the company. Maybe the fall would reset his senses.     "If my dad drops by, tell him I'm around somewhere and needed privacy."    Albert refused to say a word. He only watched Max tap him on the shoulder and walked over to the yellow Ferrari parked to the left side of the lot. Seemed like he wouldn't be needing the limo.       "John will come with you."   Albert crushed his ego and called finally. Max turned, his left hand on the side of the car.        "I ain't handicapped, Albert."   He stepped in and ignited the motion. He drove off the premises, the tyre

     Rowe's apartment.      "So Mr Dave Roshwella, to what do I owe this visit?"    Rowe's broad face occasionally would send a signal to the eyes which would twitched in rhythm to the silhouettes of his dark thoughts. He probably was doing that to freak the man seated before him out.     "I'm the CEO of a marketing company here in Seattle too."    Dave, Dia's father, maintained the stern face though his face was way too smooth to feign the long counterpart.      "I don't see the relevance of that to the question I asked earlier."     Rowe shot in return, looking away from Dave who was dressed in a simple white shirt, tucked into a well-pressed blue trouser. You'd hardly believe that he was in the death of his 50s.      "Are you this direct with words to everyone?"     Dave hurled in return

         A stray apartment.       "One moment."    The voice came again from inside the house. That was the third time the aged but feminine voice would say the same thing. Dia stood there wondering how many minutes were there in a moment that made the woman keep her waiting outside. Such compound exposed to every passer by. She wasn't even sure whether or not she had been spotted by someone who knew her.     She knocked again and echoed what she knew the woman would say,     "One moment."     Then the knob of the door was bothered, turned in. The door opened to a thick and plumpy woman with meaty cheeks which had several spots glazing them. The woman's face broadened into a wild smile which revealed her yellow set of teeth. Of course yellow from inadequate care.        "One moment."     Th

      In a  restaurant. "My husband shouldn't find me here."Claire said looking around as though her husband had sprouted out of nowhere and was stalking her. The man seated before him on the dinner chair had a smile tugging at the side of his lips as he said,"Because this is a low budget place and below your standard?"She scoffed and shot back at him,     "Don't be ridiculous, Dave. Even though you don't know my husband like I know him. At least, the little time you spent with him that day should leave and imprint on your mind. He always do that on purpose."      He smiled and picked a part of the steak with a fork. He said amidst munching,      "But you'll agree with me that he's rude."     She took a swig of the wine from the cup and looked at him,     "Even a blind knows that."