The problem was, she didn't want to leave and be parted from him. She wanted to stay with him as much as possible to see how he was doing.But she had ...o excuse... except... "Hey Chad," she said. "All theseclothes have been boxed up for a long time. Maybe you should wash someof them before you try to wear them again."Chad looked at her. He hadn't thought of that but it did sound like avery good idea. "Would you mind?" he asked."Not at all," she replied. "I need to get back to my place. . .. I tried to think of a way around talking aboutmyself. "To be honest Mrs. Carson, I... I just did. I made some poorchoices, but learned that those choices weren't getting me to the real me.It was hard and I didn't have the support of a loving family to have myback. My mom, she did what she could without screwing up the orbit shewas in with my dad, but in the end I had to hit rock bottom before I couldstand on my own." And I stopped talk as if the off button on my brain hadbeen clicked. . "Finally awake, sleepyhead? Breakfast ends in half an hour. Let's get going. I've already called for our cart," she said with a smile.Over breakfast, mom outlined the plans for the next few days. She had something scheduled every day."Today," she told me, "we get a boat at 4:00 for San Maritius. They have a tour of the museum there that will last until 6:00, then we can take a taxi around the island and meet the last boat back here at 9:00."I looked at her in amazement and just nodded my head.. They talked about getaway places nearby where they might spend romantic weekends in the future. They had two drinks, but neither ordered a vodka tonic and they didn’t look at ESPN playing on the big screen TV. Dan and Artsy didn’t show at Gilly’s because they had been invited to an after opening gathering. > > > > - - Dan found his stimulation in conversation. Artsy had indeed come with him to this beautiful and art filled home, but they really weren’t together on a date. After complimenting.