We just smiled and held each other close and kissed. Maybe this was the way it was to be. Now at least I had an ally. We made love again there on th... cold concrete floor. Fellows stayed true to her word and moved me to a cell with sorta regular women who were no threat to me. About once every two weeks she arranged our return to that dank underground room. Hope is a funny thing. After a while it’s neither a good nor a bad thing. It simply is. So it goes. They say nothing lasts. "I thought to check the fuse panel first, so I had to find that. It was under the driver's side of the dash, so I got down on my back and found it, but I also noticed that both wiring harness connectors were loose, with one completely apart. I shoved them both back together hard enough to hear and feel them click, telling me that they were locked.I started the car and tried the directional and both worked. The other gauges appeared to all be working now as well. Going to the lady who was. I worked steadily for the entire morning, putting stuff away and shaping up the apartment.By 11 a.m., it was lookin' pretty trim. I wondered if my neighbors would be interested in lunch. What better way to become more intimately acquainted. Sunday lunch. Or, if they were late sleepers, Sunday brunch, even. There was an IHOP nearby.All right, so some people sneer at IHOP. I'm not one of them, OK?I remembered both girls' full names, and tried the telephone directory. They were both in there --. Soon I drifted asleep.I woke in the morning to the sound of my wife singing to herself. She was getting ready for work I guessed. I reluctantly pulled myself up from the couch and made my way to the kitchen. Terri already had some coffee made and I helped myself to a cup.“Morning Hon.”My wife’s cheery voice caused me to look up from my coffee.“Did you have a good day at work yesterday? I tried to wait up for you, but I fell asleep. Sorry.”She gave me a peck on the cheek. I was trying to act.