Michael was supposed to arrive home sometime on Friday. So, while Larry had to work, I remained at home to cook, arrange his son's room, and help him if he showed up early. I finished everything by midday and sat to watch TV. At 12:45 pm, I heard the doorbell ringing. I opened the door wearing a robe. He smiled at me.

"Michael? Is it really you?..." Before me stood a 20 year old, 6'2", 185 pounds, handsome, very tanned guy whose face remotely resembled the boy I saw many years ago.

He took me in his arms, kissed my lips, and blurted, "Julia, you are more beautiful than I...