I picked up the wrapped sandwiches and set them on the towel, and picked up a bottle of water. "Cheers!" I said to her in a mock toast."So, what do yo... think so far?" I asked watching her to judge her reaction. She looked around and said "I like it. It is so peaceful here, almost like my parents home."I watched over her shoulder in the distance as a couple in a canoe paddled down the creek silently in the distance. A dragonfly landed on the railing across from the seat and sat there, flicking. "I'm sorry," he apologized. "We're all out of those. You're in luck, though; today's special is the chuck wagon egg skillet. I can give you six of those for the price of five." Maybe they'd like to share," suggested the mom, her mouth obviously watering. "They seem to have plenty, and we'd gladly pay our share." I'm sorry; health regulations don't allow that," Nate maintained."Well, OK, we'll have the skillets," the dad finally decided. I really felt sorry for him. He was trying to do something. This time, he kissed me as if it was happening for the first time. As if he was kissing the gentlest thing ever. It gave me a current of his moist breast as he turned his head and firm mouth over me. This kiss was different from any kiss I’ve ever had.It was also, we kissed for the first time, after we told my mother of our relationship. His tongue and my tongue enjoyed each other’s company and he slowly bit my and kissed my lips. He’s the only person who ever kissed these lips and he’ll be. You're avoiding someone, since I haven't talked to you in days. I have to assume that someone is me."There was a pause, and finally "Look. I'll drive into town. Meet me for lunch at Darwin's Cafe. Make it a late lunch, say, two o'clock so we can talk without the crowds."The Darwin Cafe. Looking at the decor, I could imagine people who thought evolution is a crock would hate this place intensely with its heavy "Evolution of the Species" motif. It may have the best sandwiches in the city, but I.