“Is everything OK?” I asked, inching closer against my better judgment. “Go away, I don’t want you to die!” she sobbed. I wasn’t sure what...the hell was going on, but I knew she needed help.“What do you mean? Why would I die?” I asked, inching ever closer. As I got closer, I got a better look at her. She was small, both in height and frame. Hunched over and sobbing made it hard to tell, but if I had to guess I’d say she wasn’t much more than four feet tall. She was very thin, almost sickly, and. "Thanks," he said."Any time." Tomorrow?" Same time?" Sounds good to me."And then they separated.Back at Cindy's she took a shower and changed into casual clothes. Danny was watching ESPN. Cindy was sitting across the room from him, and was reading a book."I'm going to run home and see how things are," said Claire."You think that's wise?" I can't just live with you forever," said Claire. "Maybe he'll be ready to discuss things." You want me to go with you?" asked Danny, looking over at her."No.. "May looked at me through her tears. "Daddy, why don't you call her, Mommy?" Because you two don't seem to want her to be Mommy." I walked out of the room closing the door behind me. I could hear fresh sobbing. I made coffee and drank three cups before Laura came down to me."Paul, that was hard on our daughters. You also forced me to have to comfort them when I had fears of my own." Laura, that's what parents do for their children." Paul, we need a shower. You need to tell our daughters that. I had to catch up, studying whenever-wherever I could. And so when I got out of the car to walk back up to school I realized my khaki slacks were all wet, soaked in the back with sweat, in my crotch, GAWD! It would look like I peed my pants.I always thought khaki looked kind of tropical. One of my professors, a young guy who I admired, wore summer suits of khaki. He drove a new Jaguar sedan and seemed real Ivy League. He was the guy who would eventually talk me into quitting college and going.