She was still upset, but now was cooling off to where they could discuss things. She had told him that she was going overseas as part of a volunteer p...ogram that would operate in a refugee camp. It was something that she did every other year and found considerable satisfaction in it. He worried about her traveling to such a dangerous location, but accepted it as something that she needed to do for herself.His dissertation was now half written and would be finished in another month or so. He. And, I have to do due diligence on RSS's financing. I'm the owner."Marigold couldn't argue with any of the points he'd made. So, she said, "I don't know, Thule. I just worry. I go to sleep, you're working. I get up, you're working. I almost never see you..." I'm sorry, Marigold," he said quietly. "I know I'm ignoring you. I'll make it up to you soon."The idea that he would give up what little sleep he was getting to spend time with her alarmed Marigold, "Thule, I don't want you to make it up to. Oh man how beautiful she was looking that day, I have not seen her looked more beautiful than she was looking that day. Now it was the time for her to leave, I went with her till the door to say good luck. It was really very difficult to spend time waiting for her.But finally my waiting for her came to an end when the door bell rang. As I was waiting for her, so I went to check & it was her only. I opened the door & she steps in with a cute smile. I asked her how was it. She replied ” Wait. Barollo. Brunello. Ports. Tawny.” She only half followed. She did not know wine. Or liquor, really. Everclear punch and seltzer was all she had learned at college. And she was distracted. Too distracted to really pay attention to his man-splaining about his expensive stuff. Was she anxious that he would make a move, or excited by the prospect? “At last. Our mission. These are brandies. And … this little beauty … is what we’re after. You warm enough?” She wasn’t. She said she was. “Good. Then.