Marshmallows, I hope.” He shrugged and added, “You are right about one thing: nowadays I tend to overthink things.”“I noticed,” she laughed....��I saw you with that brunette the other day,” he said suddenly.“Rebecca.”“She’s cute. I haven’t seen her around before.”“You wouldn’t have,” Amanda shrugged. “She’s not your type.”“I have a type?”“Last year it was breathing. Now it’s tall, perky, and red-headed.”“Yeah and we all know how that ended,” shaking his head ruefully. She nodded as they headed. We started off on the trail, we had 15 km to cover that day.The weather was quite warm for September and the trail was nice and dry. We made really good time as we plodded along gaining one low pass and camping just below treeline on the other side. There were no other hikers on the trail, we saw little wildlife and chatted along the way. I worked with her on navigation skills and demonstrated how to fjord a river just before reaching camp. When we arrived in camp it was time to start. Doctor Henry Means, was very nice and assured Mrs. Conley that any discussion and findings would be private and would stay between him and his patients.When Mrs. Conley and Maggie arrived at the clinic, Both were impressed with how professional Dr. Means was. For someone as young as he, only thirty years old, married and had two little boys, he seems like the perfect doctor to solve a young girl's problems.As it was late in the day, Maggie was going to be his last patient for the day, he had. We got the small talk out of the way in maybe half an hour. Then the piano man came in and we danced a couple of times to slow jazz numbers that we both remembered and both liked. It waspleasant. "So you're not married," she said. "No, once was a enough for me. I don't need the aggravation," I said. "You?" "No, I guess I'm getting picky in my old age," she said. "Really," I said. "Was our marriage that bad?" she asked. "I mean we did have some good times and some nice moments, at least I.