God, she was beautiful; “Ha, you look beautiful!” I blurted, then realized I was probably looking like a forlorn puppy, “Sorry, you took me by surprise.” I paused, thinking; “That was you on your balcony last night? But now, this moment, I would love to have another one of you.”“God, I loved you, wife of me!” I sadly, strongly, spoke, using the Vietnamese for ‘wife of me’; she smiled, also sadly at my use of the term which I had said so many times in the past to her, and to her alone. Xxx I asked myself. That’s sweet – but please don’t do anything to hurt her, Anh. “Oh, I wish I had my camera, to capture this; photo you, Ha: I don’t have any of you, and only one I keep secret of Yen at our photo wedding time; well, until she was here in January, but of our years
