There is that word again, RATIONAL.Thus one night when Mindy served red wine with my catfish, I knew something was wrong.I actually went out to my wor...shop, and wrote on my calendar RWWF, which stands for Red Wine With Fish.Over the next two weeks, I began making many little entries that, by themselves, would have been insignificant, but taken together began to paint a picture.Little tiny flashes of irrational behavior. She would go to the store to get a loaf of bread, and come back with. I enjoyed the moment but I also didn't want anyone to see that I am flirting with guests. We continued to talk, make jokes, then we took pictures, selfies together. I was already thinking about her when she was looking at me and talking with a soft voice, however her friend was always with us so I didn't have a chance to take our relationship to another level. It was the first time I was flirting with someone older than me.While talking she told me they are leaving in the morning to other. Grace pulled the pointed shaft of wood out of my chest, leaving me on the ground, coughing and shaking. She stared at the tip streaming with rivers of bl**d. The night air swirled into the hole in my chest. I kept my eyes closed. The clatter of the fence piece had Grace crying over my body yet again. Her warm tears splashed over the gaping wound in my chest. I love you Grace. I am sorry I cannot stay. I could not get the words to make it to my mouth. Perhaps it was a will of Death to let Grace. Patrick banged his fist against the wooden frame of a screened front porch. Soon, a woman peered out from behind a set of white cotton curtains that covered the glass panes of the main door. She fumbled with several locks before the door cracked open."Yes? Can I help you?" she asked still standing behind the protection of the wooden door. She looked a bit haggard, more tired than old, as she peeped suspiciously at them through the narrow crack.Patrick gave her a wide smile and tipped his hat..