"We ate supper and I left to pick Jenny up, only to be waylaid by Burt. "You didn't run fast enough, huh? That's okay, because I need you as a son-in-...aw."I said to the man, "I'm paying the charges for the use of the church, Burt. If he asks you for more, tell him to ask me instead. He said that was all unless we messed up his sanctuary with flowers. Don't give him more money." You do know they don't have much money and they can get some with marriages and baptisms etc. Don't be angry at them. I tried to get as close as I possibly could with out being noticed by them , I "heard a lot of talking",. I could not tell what they were saying I walked in on that road looking for a place to hide .I tried peeking at them from all different angles I had no success . There just wasn't any good coverage to hide behind . Still having trouble seeing what was going and what were they were doing ? . I did not want to get caught they were a bit drunk they could barely stand up on their own. I. Pat wasn’t afraid of getting married; he had been married for thirty two years and knew those were good years. He could only wait and see if it was true that absence made the heart grow fonder.Lisa was a pleasant diversion. He was taking her out once a week and having great sex with her. It seemed like she couldn’t have enough sex which was fine with Pat. To say if there was more to his relationship with her he didn’t think there was but maybe something would happen that would change his mind. Her byline was recognized everywhere. The Commander rarely interfered with writers doing their stories. Jane had been asked to see her in her office only on two previous occasions, when she had first been hired and on one occasion when she had won the only double Pulitzer prize ever awarded. Yet, for this story, she had already spoken with Jane three times. Jane recalled the exquisite Commander pacing in her office, gesturing boldly, telling Jane that Xanadu was a story only Jane could do. Jane.