All you have to do is ask.”Cindi smiled but didn’t ask any questions. I figured that was because she’d noticed that Dave was a bit uncomfortable...with the conversation. Personally, I thought he would loosen up a bit over time, so I didn’t worry about it, and changed the subject.“Dave, on Tuesday, you mentioned the Detroit Tigers. How the hell does someone from North College Hill, who’s lived there their whole life, become a Tigers fan?”“I can’t explain it, really. I’m a Tigers and Lions fan, but. I don't think this is an uncommon experience for people. In many ways, our lives were in a rut. We had a routine. For Melinda, it involved getting up and going to the university and being the chair of the English department, publishing a paper or two and being a mommy to four wonderful children. For me, it was school and daycare and cleaning up around the house and picking the kids up and driving all over Creation to do the little things necessary to keep our household running. Spontaneity was. "Fuel blockage, most likely. One of you steer the lady's car and we'll tow it down to the garage for her."The second son got out of their car and tied a tow-rope on to both cars, then he got into the driving seat of hers."You get in here," the old man invited, opening the back door of their car for her.After she was comfortably ensconced, he nipped round to the other side and slipped into the seat beside her."I don't know how to thank you," she said, near to tears in her hormonally mixed-up. It was scheduled to land at 6 PM. The general had called shortly after Frank left to go back to Washington to say everything had gone smoothly and had been approved.I had forgotten how busy the restaurant was on Friday nights. We had trouble finding a table for all of us. It seemed like all the county department heads and wives were there as well as law enforcement from several neighboring counties. They were always scheduling the meeting rooms for late afternoon meetings so they could add a.