I looked at her, surprised. She'd asked if I was going to be okay, I thought. I guessed that meant she'd noticed my sadness, my worry. Ithought of how she'd asked if I was okay, just to be friendly. I smiled, filled with a joy I hadn't felt in a while. "yeah," I replied then. "I'm just fine."<br/><br/>Or at least I will be, I thought to myself as I offered them some food I'd paid (sort of) for at the market a few days ago. They accepted, and we all sat down a few feet from the water, sharing the few apples and some slightly stale bread. We didn't talk much, but the silence was happier and more peaceful then anything I'd ever known.<br/><br/>During the quiet meal, I looked at these two girls, who had so readily accepted me into the group. They were my friends, my only friends, and I suddenly knew for sure that no matter what happened, What I had told Havanna was true. I was all right.