I didn’t really know her too well. In fact, I barely knew her at all. We’ve never spoken a word to each other before that moment. The whole reason...I was even in that bathroom in the first place is because Megan passed me a note in the hallway the day before. It was strange, I would say, that she had given me that note. Definitely shocked me. I remember reading her pretty cursive writing, Meet me tomorrow in the girls bathroom at exactly 10:30, I’ll be wearing a pair of black heels. Don’t be. Could you deal with that? Can I in good conscience put that on you?” I said. “All I’m saying is that I want to go a little slow and do things right.”“You make a good case, David. So, okay, let’s live together. We should know, before we get much older, what’s what. I agree,” she said.She poured the coffees and brought them to the table. We sipped in thoughtful silence. We eyed each other like a very committed, well, semi-committed, couple.I moved in with Madeleine, and yes, I got out of my lease. You have to figure out some way to keep Jens from watching the television until after your honeymoon is over."Ben sleepily answers, "Liz, I don't think that will be a problem, she didn't want to leave the room for dinner until I forced her to."After deciding we just might survive this fiasco, I ask Ben, "Good, let me talk to Jens again."Jens comes back on and I tease, "Jens, what are you doing to him, he sounds half dead?"Jens raspberries into the phone and answers, "Nothing that you, Bernie. Then, reaching into his own shirt pocket, he pulled out a worn and tattered version of the same book.“You can see that my copy has seen a great deal of wear. I thank you for this gift which I will use every bit as well. You are a generous man.” Marcos was still smiling as he walked back to the vehicle with the gift in his hand. Wesley watched, perplexed. The Jeep disappeared back down the mountainside.The trail to their base camp was steep. Wesley, though fit, fared the worst on the journey.