"Ian disagreed this had nothing to do with him. It irked him how peoplewere talking this rumor as true and needed to set it straight. Sayingwhat was o... his mind also made him feel better. It might not changeanyone's mind, but he knew he had to try. Just in case his words actedlike a church bell to whoever he was talking to and called them to cometowards the truth. "This does because I am sick of hearing all theserumors which are not true.A straight guy who is just going to the prom to be around. ." Oh, enough with the at leasts", Bert interrupted in his best long-suffering tone. "I give up already. Just show me the sodding tree."Kylie smiled the sly smile of the victor. "You're sure?", she finessed. "You don't think you need to ask Him first?"Exhibiting the reckless and misplaced sense of impugned dignity the capacity for which God in all His invention allocated only to those of his creations with a penis, Bert declared, "I make my own decisions, woman, and I fear nothing."Of course,. " Don't be. I'll tell you what, Rog. Why don't you and your wife come over to dinner tomorrow night? I want you to meet Cindy, my wife. I think you'll like her." He winked at Roger, then turned to the waitress. She was back with the beers. He beckoned her to lean over so that he could whisper something to her. Roger overheard Cord ask the girl what time she got off work. She told him nine, and Cord said that he would be at this table, and if she would care for dinner... The waitress smiled. After setting Rings 1 and 2 to the appropriate settings, I looked at the dining room table using the Time Scope. I adjusted Ring 4 to focus on the view of the table with the newspaper on it, but the paper wasn’t there.I assumed that the setting of Rings 1 and 2 must be wrong, so I went back and double-checked my calculations. What I finally figured out was I calculated the number of hours wrong. Yes, the drawing was less than two days from now, but in my rush, I planned on spreading the paper.