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Chance encounter in a fitting room leads to a happy holiday.

It's pure poison," Solace finished with a flourish.

"Well, I like to live dangerously then," Rosanna countered. "I can't keep this body fit by filling it with sugar, you know."

Solace sighed. "Well, I guess I can find something, if I really search. Come on, Sanna."

"Sanna?" Rosanna asked, surprised.

"I don't know where that came from, but I think it fits. Is it all right if I call you that?" Solace asked anxiously.

Rosanna thought a minute and said, "Sure. I'll get used to it. No one's ever called me that one."

They entered Solace's building and made their way to her one-bedroom apartment, which was located on the second floor.

"I have a fear of elevators, so I chose my apartment with that in mind."

Well, I guess she won't be visiting me too much on the 20th floor, thought Rosanna.

Solace extracted her keys from her bag. Opening the door she called out in theatrical tones, "Welcome to Chez Solace!" She stretched out her arms and in one smooth motion, tossed her cane to one side and her bag to another. She then proceeded to turn on every light in her living room. She had four tall Halogen lamps, which illuminated the area to such a degree that it reminded Rosanna of a ball field.

Rosanna shielded her eyes with one hand and held out her other hand as if she were trying to fend off an attacker.

"You're blinding me!" She said and instantly regretted her choice of words, but Solace was quick with a snappy come-back.

"Excellent. Welcome to my world!" She rubbed her hands together as if portraying a fiend in a bad movie.

Rosanna put her hands down, reached into her briefcase took out her sunglasses and put them on.

"Okay. That's better," she said with exaggerated relief.

Solace laughed and Rosanna joined her.

"Just sit anywhere!" Solace called out as she crossed the room and turned a corner to where Rosanna thought the kitchen might be located. It turned out that her assumption was correct because Solace was asking her if she would like some mango nectar. She said that sounded great and the next thing she knew Solace was returning with a tall glass of the orange-colored drink.

Rosanna put down her briefcase and looked around for a place to sit. Solace seemed fond of soft, overstuffed cushion-like chairs. Rosanna did not see anything resembling a sofa. She took the offered glass and downed half the drink before Solace had even taken a few good sips of her own.

"That's really good. Thank you," she said.

"You're welcome. Glad you liked it." Solace said, finishing hers with a final gulp. Abruptly, she placed her empty glass on a nearby table.

"Do you wanna hear something, Sanna?" she asked with an air of eagerness.

"Sure." Rosanna answered amiably and made her way to a blue cushion-chair.

Solace flew over to a mini-stereo system and opened a huge cabinet next to it. Rosanna's mouth dropped open in awe at the compact disc collection inside. There must have been hundreds, if not thousands of jewel cases. She got up and went to stand behind Solace, who jumped a bit as she felt the unexpected movement behind her. Okay. Why am I so jumpy? And maybe I should turn on the fan because it 's really warm in here.

"Wow! How many do you have?" Rosanna asked in amazement.

"About a thousand or so. I've stopped counting them all. It's a small collection by comparison," Solace answered with a hint of pride in her voice.

"By comparison to whom? I'm still a cassette woman. But I'm gradually converting," Rosanna said, running her fingers down the stacks. Solace stared transfixed. Rosanna had lovely hands.

"Do you play an instrument? She asked softly.

"I play a little piano," Rosanna answered, stepping back. Solace felt slightly dismayed at this movement and the slight chill it produced.

"You'll have to play for me sometime, even tonight, if you like," Solace said hopefully.

"I haven't practiced in awhile. I'm really rusty," Rosanna said shyly.

"So you'll practice and you'll play and I'll sing," Solace pronounced, suddenly remembering why she had dashed over to the stereo in the first place.

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