I grabbed the camera and together we went down to the bar. I was right, the bar was quiet. Besides the bartender, there was one gentleman sittin... at one end of the bar nursing a drink. We sat at the other end and I set the camera on the bar. The bartender came over, asked us what we would like. We told him and when he brought the drinks he asked if we would like him to take our picture. I readily agreed and he came around the bar and took a picture of us on the barstools toasting. Instead of taking a bus to Martha's, I stuffed my old tennies in my shopping bag and laced on my new workout shoes. I broke into a slow jog up busy Third Avenue. As I huffed along in the breeze, I was surprised that no one on the street took notice. I could like New York, I thought; I didn't seem so uneasy about myself in New York.I streaked up the stairs to Martha's apartment and looked at myself and my new frames in the mirror. Not bad. The frames were very thin, barely visible. In the. Jake ensured that everyone was settled, and then decided that he would go down to his office. Feeling in need of some exercise he elected to walk. On his way he met several people with whom he passed the time of day. So it was quite late in the day when he arrived at his office. Dennis greeted him as he walked in, and informed him that a telegram had arrived earlier.“Nothing else needing attention,” he said, “and it’s personally addressed.”Jake went into his office and sat down. He picked up. Upon my return to the bedroom, I didn't look at my husband as I went about pulling out my outfit for the evening. My short, pixie cut blond hair was styled in a playfully flirty manner, and my makeup was subtle except for the stark red lipstick that made my already full lips look even fuller. From my closet, I pulled out a newly acquired dress just for the evening.After pulling on the dress, I looked over to my husband and laughed out loud at how wide his eyes had gotten. It was the exact.