There was a gathering of speed and force until the rapid rush when the wild river crashed into the mighty ocean at journey's end. Then they lay in each other's arms as if washed up on a beach after a raging storm. "What's going to happen to us, Nick?" "We'll think about that later. There'll be plenty of time." "My life is in such an upheaval right now. I feel like it's all piled over there in the corner of your apartment. I don't know where I'll be tomorrow, or next week. It's an unsettling feeling." "I understand, Alex. I never know either. Maybe it's time for . . ." Alex puzzled over his answer and waited for him to finish. But he didn't. For once, she didn't ask him to explain. In due time, when he was ready, he would tell her. Alex marveled at her patience. Maybe she was too tired to pursue it. Or was this the beginning of her trusting him? Perhaps. She wanted to trust him, oh, God, how she yearned for that kind of blind confidence. She wanted them to be together in the end.
