* * * I ran a lot that semester. Sometimes I would pass her by the lake, throwing my arms wide in a 'why not?' gesture that she would shake her head a... and then ignore. One of her professors was part of a poker club I belonged to, so from time to time I'd stop by the class to chat and, if she didn't immediately disappear, strike up a conversation with her as she walked to her next class. It infuriated her to a degree, but there was also something in her - that deep, dark, demented part - that. Caroline drank from her tankard and continued. "I was the leading lady of the Players when Amy joined our troupe, and I have performed in most of Mr Sheridan and Mr Goldsmith's plays, besides writing some of my own which the Players have presented from time to time, to some acclaim. I took Amy under my wing, as she was such a sweet and vulnerable girl, who would, and did, get the attention of rakes and libertines, all eager to debauch her the first chance they got. I could see that she would. My wife suddenly looked worried and realized that Anthony was going to try to touch her. She tells him in a slight raised but urgent voice, "Oh my god Anthony, please stay away, I don't want this!"She backed into the counter and he came forward and hugged her. He said rather loudly, "Mrs. C., just relax and let yourself go like last night." He tried to kiss her but she kept moving her mouth away from his and tried to push him away from her.Linda cried out as quietly as possible, "Stop it! Get. The boys trooped in as I finished putting it on the table.They were soon wolfing down the meatloaf and baked potatoes. I had steamed a heap of other veggies as Ron had indicated he liked his veggies. He was true to his word and had plenty piled on his plate.“Thank you,” he said, as he placed his knife and fork on the table. “Your meatloaf was as good as my mums. She likes lots of veggies, in hers as well.”Bobby agreed, telling him that mine was better than Martha’s, but don’t ever tell her he.