I took her hand and we went to my car. The morning chill had not yet warmed up, so I turned on the heat again. She had on the same pink down jacket, a...d I noticed a black skirt, and leather boots. I commented that she looked just like she was ready for school. She laughed and said, “Well, I couldn’t tell my roommate that I was going to spend the day with you now, could I?”“By the way”, she inquired, “exactly where are we going?”“To be honest Bev, I want to make love to you, so I have a Motel. But thereshe was, standing in the kitchen, anxious and questioning, asking me how things went. ‘From the way you look,’ she said, ‘I’d say you and Mr. Ginsberg got on very well.’ Sparing her the sticky details of our backseat frolic, I wasn’t shy about expressing my feelings for ‘Mr. Ginsberg,’ as she referred to him. ‘He seems like a really good guy, mom. Hopefully, you’ll get to know him better. You might even forget that he’s Jewish.’ That’s when she made her ‘all those nice Christian boys. Thanks very much what am I supposed to do now wander off home and leave her lying there. Ego wanted to help her naturally, second thought wanted to go, and me who knows I just stood there. Tina finally made up my mind "Well are you going to stand there all fucking night and watch me or are you going to help me up." I helped her up and she stood bow legged like she had spent her life on a horse and then her knees went. Again I helped her up and she said I would have to carry her. "What do I. In the morning, with his parents still asleep, Mark was downstairs making a quick breakfast for Angela and him, Angela comes down in her usual attire, Mark says, “Be done in 5 minutes…” “Brother…” “Nothing happened…got it…” Angela blushes a little and says, “I’m sorry…” “Drop it.” She stops at last. He turns and brings over a glass of OJ to her. She takes it, sips on it softly as if afraid she would break the glass. He was getting the bacon done while turning the eggs when she said, “What day.