Sandy had been a fifth year senior our junior year. She had finished at the end of Fall semester. Sandy and Stephanie didn’t really break up, they j...st mutually split. They had lots of fun with each other, but they didn’t love each other. She continued to live with us though, and the three rooms came in handy. Once they were officially not together anymore, it wasn’t a nightmare, with both of them dating, it actually was great. They both brought home girls, and we had lots of late nights that. ”“But, Steve,” Kara said, sounding very concerned.“I will find another way,” I said. “Because I can’t be a zombie. I can’t.”“You’re scaring me,” Kara said quietly.“He knows,” Jessica said flatly. “And he’s doing it on purpose. He’s poisoning the well so you’ll remember his implied threat to commit suicide. It’s standard tactic among patients with mental health issues who disagree with their prescribed course of treatment.”“I simply said I can’t live that way,” I said. “I implied nothing; I. Then Terry wanted to shake my hand. That seemed to break the ice and from then on, the three of us were friends.Carrie sent the kids to play in their room and then pulled me into a kitchen-dining room combination. She introduced me to her mother, who asked me to call her Stacy. She was, like Carrie, a very pretty woman albeit an older version. She had a very similar face, very easy to look at, with dark brown eyes that looked like bottomless pools I could get lost in. Her figure was a little. Should be able to program between that view he gets of the board and the factors he needs to play.”“I think so. I’m gonna get a couple of people on it. Top secret. Eyes only.” Speaking of eyes, hers twinkled.“Bart,” I said.“Shhhh! It’ll be GLORIOUS.”Nothing more was said to me about the project. Was I upset because several important team members were off chasing butterflies? No, I was not. They were adapting, programming, solving problems, and while nobody on our list of clients had said ‘I.