Chapter Ten
Memory
Fasha stared over her tray at the man sitting on the other side of the booth. He still liked his cheeseburgers with catsup only, and ate his french fries bare. Here they sat, enjoying their more American type of meal, in a country thousands of miles away from home. And yet it seemed as if no time had passed since those days in college, when they were both struggling to find their own personal niche in life.
"Why do you miss it?" she asked.
"Miss what?" He glanced around.
"What you said on the plane. You said you missed me. But you really meant what we had in college, didn"t you?"
She had no idea why she felt she needed to hear the words from him again. Or why she wanted verification. She just did.
He took a sip of his drink to clear his throat. When he set the cu
