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He blushed and rubbed his cheek.

I turned to the crowd and walked directly at them, using the Pisces walk of floating grace. Other than
my Grandfather and myself, our race was three decades dead, my parents and aunt having been
murdered while I was an infant. Yet even today it was known that one never touched a Pisces, nor
impeded her progress. I acknowledged their action with a bow that sent a ripple of gasps through the
crowd. One old timer made eye contact with me and bowed. I flexed my gills slightly to show him
satisfaction in his respect.

тАЬMay your children breathe only the sweetest of waters,тАЭ he said quietly as I passed.

I stopped for a moment and looked at him. He knew the language! How glorious it sounded from this

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unknown friend!

тАЬMy children will rejoice with yours that we have met this day,тАЭ I replied. тАЬMay the foundation of
your childrenтАЩs lives be safe, breathable and complete.тАЭ

He bowed deeper and I continued out of the market place. BloomingdaleтАЩs was in a protected outdoor
plaza, but was fortunately at the end of said plaza, so I needed to maintain the walk for only a
hundred meters. Once out of eyesight, I broke into a most un-Pisces like run. I loved acting and being
Pisces, but it did lead to a lot of stares.

I headed for our spot, two blocks over and five up. Whenever Chrissy and I traveled togetherтАФwhich
was alwaysтАФwe selected a place to rendezvous in case we were separated or I had to deal with a
situation. This was the fourth such тАЬsituationтАЭ in the past two weeks.

Our spot this time was an ancient establishment on 81st Avenue named VonтАЩs. They claimed to have
been in the same location since the twentieth century. The deep, heady scent of the wood that made
up the bar and many of the furnishings and walls certainly bore out that claim.

Chrissy was at the bar, sitting on the second-last stool at the end of the bar, anxiously looking at the
doorway. She smiled and visibly relaxed when I stepped through. I smiled at her concern and took the
stool sheтАЩd held for me. As I sat down, I blew lightly in her ear.

тАЬWorried?тАЭ

тАЬI always am when something like this happens,тАЭ she said frankly. тАЬYou know that. I know itтАЩs part of
the package, but itтАЩs something I could do without.тАЭ

тАЬSorry.тАЭ

She put her hand on mine and squeezed it.

тАЬI donтАЩt blame you, Deborah. And I donтАЩt blame who you are. I only wish.тАЭ She patted my hand and