I felt happy, and completely at peace, with her warm body lying next to mine. I drifted off to sleep before I was able to say another word…….. ... I awoke to the pressure of daylight streaming around the sides of the window curtains. These hotels are all the same, I thought. You can never get those curtains just right – if you don't pull them enough, the light gets through the crack in the middle, and if you pull them too far towards the middle, the light always gets in around. Next, she said something strange. “During the Open House, I’ve gotta make myself scarce. I thought about going to a museum or a movie, or just shopping, but they all cost money, and I don’t have much. Could I come over to your place and watch TV...or something? I could cook you dinner, at least.” “Sure, I think that would work out fine. I’ve got some errands to run before Monday strikes, but you could guard the fort. Why don’t you drive over at about 8am, and put your car in my garage?” I. She couldn’t answer but did take the glass he offered. ‘Dance with me, Madam. It would be my honor.’ ‘Madam? Did he mean me?’ she turned to see if he might be speaking to someone else. There was no one close. ‘Of course,’ she agreed. ‘Hasn’t this been just the most fabulous summer?’ He rambled on and on as if they were old friends. From the conversation she gathered that he was the proprietor of a winery close by. He grew all of the grapes that he used himself. Apparently it’s been a prosperous. I steadfastly ignored the fact that “anyone” could include him.To give myself some credit, I did try to talk myself out of it. I imagined getting caught, and I swear the thought of it nearly paralyzed me for days. Having to explain myself to him, to everyone ... to my parents.It made me burn with shame. My father... This isn’t about me. It doesn’t matter what I thought my dad would do. Or say. Or ... I mean, I didn’t consider how much I was putting on the line by breaking my promise that the.