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I
see
a
smile
play
on
Taylor
’
s
lips
as
our
eyes
meet
briefly
again
in
the
mirror
.
“
Yes
,
ma
’
am
.
”
He
pushes
a
few
buttons
on
the
steering
wheel
,
and
the
gentle
strains
of
Pachelbel
’
s
Canon
fills
the
space
between
us
.
Oh
yes
…
this
is
what
I
need
.
“
Thank
you
.
”
I
sit
back
as
we
drive
slowly
but
steadily
along
Interstate
5
into
Seattle
.
TWENTY
-
FIVE
MINUTES
LATER
HE
drops
me
outside
the
impressive
façade
that
is
the
entrance
to
Escala
.
“
In
you
go
,
ma
’
am
,
”
he
says
,
holding
the
door
open
for
me
.
“
I
’
ll
bring
up
your
luggage
.
”
His
expression
is
soft
,
warm
,
avuncular
even
.
Jeez
…
Uncle
Taylor
,
what
a
thought
.
“
Thank
you
for
meeting
me
.
”
“
It
’
s
a
pleasure
,
Miss
Steele
.
”
He
smiles
,
and
I
head
into
the
building
.
The
doorman
nods
and
waves
.
As
I
ride
up
to
the
thirtieth
floor
,
a
thousand
butterflies
stretch
their
wings
and
flutter
erratically
in
my
stomach
.
Why
am
I
so
nervous
?
And
I
know
it
’
s
because
I
have
no
idea
what
kind
of
mood
Christian
’
s
going
to
be
in
when
I
arrive
.
My
inner
goddess
is
hopeful
for
one
type
of
mood
;
my
subconscious
,
like
me
,
is
fraught
with
nerves
.
