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Show 251 Terri is quiet at last. She is looking at me and there is a heaviness in her silence. "I am so sorry," she is saying at last. "I should have never looked away." "Hey, we're all human," I am trying to reassure her. It is easy to forgive someone who is truly sorry. We are looking each other in the eye and then away again in that awkward moment of forgiveness and neither of us knows whether we should now laugh or cry. "So exactly what color is Dr. Emerson?" I am asking, and we are suddenly both giggling like teenagers. |