I shower and go down to the bar,you arrive and scan the bar for your friend no sign of her yet,so you get a bottle of wine and two glasses and look fo... some where to sit as it`s still busy from the people who`ve stopped in on the way home the only space for 2 is on the other end of the long table I`m sat on,I see you walk in and notice you look a little worried.You sit and pour yourself a large glass,we smile pleasantly at each other but neither of us want to start a conversation.I fill my. He had always enjoyed the haunting sounds of the loons, coming with his family year after year to the cottage on the lake. The wild, lonely cry of the loon was etched into his formative years. The long, lonely sliding wail was part of what had brought him back here, this time for good. Chris was the sole owner of the cottage now. His parents had been tragically killed by a drunk driver on their way home from here five years ago. Neither his older brother nor younger sister had been interested. ‘Did you pack the couch and forget to tell me?’ ‘Mikey, I told you that I’d carry my bag but you had to be a show off.’ Emily shook her head and returned to the menu. It was a pointless task, they both knew she was going to order a small salad, probably a Caesar with a small side of dressing in a dish. The waitress arrived and they placed their orders, Mike ordering for both of them without even a second thought. ‘I’ll have a Turkey BLT on wheat bread please? For her a Caesar with the dressing. “I’ll stop when it’s time to. I’m not tired. Honest. I’m good for Memphis. So where are you? You haven’t told me.” She said.“Not far west of Jackson, Mississippi. I’ll make Tuscaloosa no problem.”They talked for nearly an hour on the phone about the usual stuff. Likes, dislikes and the like. They also flirted with each other heavily with overt sexual connotations and obvious underlying double-meanings. He rose to the occasion while she got hot down under. “I don’t know about you my.