” He took a few menus from the podium and led us down a wide corridor to a small room separated from the main dining room by a wall of leaded glass...blocks with just a single table for eight. Jonathan rose to hug all of us which, I assumed, told the snobby Maitre d’ how things were with us. His attitude changed immediately. I thanked Jonathan once he was gone.“He’s not a bad sort, but every now and then he forgets we’re in western Tennessee and not in Paris.”“I’ve been to Paris,” I told. " That's all right Jane. My wife's name is Katy. We have been married for a few years, but we kind of grew apart. Some of it was because she wanted me home every night which I couldn't do because I work out of town so much. Instead of fighting about it, we have agreed to separate. I'm sure you will meet her sometime." Is she pretty?" Very pretty. There is an album with her pictures in it underneath the TV if you want to see what she looks like." The kids went running in to get the book,. “Oh,” she said softly. “That was my favorite shirt.” “Let's see what we've got here,” I told her. Next to the living room was the kitchen. I opened all of the drawers. There were hundreds of cans of soup and vegetables. An industrial-sized freezer filled with meat and bread was next to it. There were cans of dried fruit. There was an oven, but no microwave. In one drawer we found ten bottles of whiskey. In another was a single handgun. Only one drawer, a big one, was locked. On the other side. Your kisses andlaughing makes it seems that we have a married couple to take care about. Itis contemptuous to illustrate such an unnatural relationship in the open. Thesun you let shine on my vanished behind that cloud. Youorder wine and yet more wine. Of course as a Dane you take can handle thebooze. You only end up getting sleepy. Youtake your blindfolds on. I have my chance to get happy. I amclosing in on you. How I want to squeeze those firm oranges. Bothyou and your girlfriend are sleeping.