One way was in thinking she was abducted by aliens. I didn’t think she was unhappy, I only thought she wasn’t able to contact me. I remember wishi...g I could be abducted too so I could be with her. Having those thoughts was how I hung onto my love for her, always believing she loved and missed me as much as I did.’ ‘But you knew you couldn’t trust me due to my nature,’ she offered not understanding the irrationality of love at times. ‘Actually I didn’t trust you and didn’t think I could love you. “I’m not leaving you, I’m not having an affair. It was just tonight, and it just happened. I didn’t pick her, she picked me. I love you, you know that.” “Why would you do it, what about your job?” “I know, I fucking know. It’s just. She came onto me, and I was just shocked at first, and I wasn’t going to do anything. I was about to just get out of the situation without making her feel bad or anything. And then she asked me about our sex life, and for some reason, I just let loose and told her. Winter.”Ms. Winter? A promotion from ‘cunt’, ‘bitch’, ‘fishbelly’.He nodded, mostly to himself. “Okay.”There’s a secret, a dining secret in KC. No, secret isn’t quite the word. It’s like a hidden Easter egg in the Google code. In this case, in Westport, at the Char Bar, it’s an under-marketed dish, mostly off the local foodies’ radar.Available Sundays only, this joint — built on, and celebrated for BBQ — has the best fried chicken in town. Now Stroud’s, that venerable warhorse, still has its. It was the same round of questions that she normally got; Why did she write the book, how have people treated her since the book was published, was she single, did she wish that there was a cure for the disease, etc. She answered them all as best as she could, along with a few other ones, before the time was up. She sighed a little, relieved that it was over, but knew she couldn’t just run away. People came up, asking her to sign their books, something else she was never going to get used to,.