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easy—pancakes—and after that, they took their time leaving the
apartment and walking the city. Michael insisted on taking Melanie
back to the museum, and she endured two hours of walking the
exhibits. She even smiled as Michael pointed out one piece of art
after another.
    The S.A.M. was still sterile for her, but she
began to appreciate the atmosphere more, and when she entered the
porcelain room, she gasped. Here was anything but sterility. It was
symmetrical, well laid out, and breathtaking, but not sterile.
    "You've never been in here?" Michael asked
skeptically.
    Melanie could only shake her head as she
stared at the painted ceiling and the floor to ceiling cabinets
that filled every wall—hell, they were the walls. The doors of the
cabinets were mostly glass and stretched far above her head, and
within each, on glass shelves, were set intricate pieces of
porcelain. The rooms lighting along with the internal lighting of
the cabinets made the painted artwork stand out vibrantly.
    "Michael, this is wonderful," she said
without taking her eyes off the shelves.
    If he responded, she didn't hear him, and it
was several minutes before she had the sense to look around.
Michael was nowhere to be found, and Melanie had no idea how much
time had passed; she guessed it had been long enough for Michael to
move on to other exhibits.
    She took a quick look at the shelves again,
and as her eyes wandered over the cabinets, she saw the large
leather settee in the middle of the room. How she had missed it she
could only guess, and on its cushions sat a large book. Opening it
revealed information regarding the artwork on display, and Melanie
was soon lost to its pages.
     
    "Are you hungry?" Michael asked.
    Melanie looked up to find that Michael had
magically appeared before her.
    "What?" she asked while once again wondering
how much time had passed.
    Michael repeated the question with a chuckle.
Melanie just smiled, put the book down, and nodded her head.
    "Come on," he said. "I bet you you’re the
kind of girl that loves to walk the market and buy food from the
vendors."
    Melanie nodded with a smile and the couple
headed out of the Museum. As they took to the streets, she stopped
and turned to him. She looked up at him with an odd expression and
he returned the look. Melanie suddenly smiled with a wicked
thought.
    He probably expects me to make another
wild request .
    She quickly took pity on him, as she was
learning to do, and put her hand on his chest. Her smile faded
slightly, and in its place was a warm contented look.
    "Thank you for that, Michael."
    She could tell by his look that he was about
to make a joke, but he refrained. Instead, he merely nodded his
head with understanding.
    Good, Angel , she thought with a laugh
and smiled broadly up to him.
    "Melanie," he said with a smile as he took
her hand and twirled her. She let him do it and moved lithely. "You
aren't falling in love with me are you?"
    He was joking and teasing her by repeating
her question from the night before, but the comment caught her off
guard. She recovered quickly and teased him that he should be so
lucky. However, as they walked the streets, a dangerous and
unsettling realization came to her.
    Damn, I think I am.
     

Chapter 6
     
     
     
     
    For the next few weeks, the two lovers spent
a great deal of time together. Each day they went to work, but the
evenings were spent at Melanie's apartment making dinner or making
love. Michael eventually brought his laptop and sketchpad so that
he could work on designs for his upcoming deadline. Melanie took a
look, but had to raise an eyebrow at the flat line drawings on the
screen. She could make more sense of his sketches and commented
that he should present those to his clients.
    "Somehow, I don't think they'll be
impressed," he replied.
    "Oh, I don't know," she answered as she sat
on the arm of her couch, feet on the cushions, and leaning over him
to look at his sketchpad.
    "I think it shows some class,"