"Two good and one less than good?"Meg looked down and said nothing.Nick was delighted. Meg was clearly the soul of discretion."So tell me about yourse...f. You're clearly married. What does you husband do? Children?" My husband, David, works for the company too. He's a quarry foreman." Slate or granite?" Either." And children?" Two. Eileen married another quarryman and is living in Wales: a boy aged five and a girl aged three. Rhys has done well. He got a degree and is a geologist. He's not. His eyes widenedas he saw me in the doorway. He looked me up and down, absorbing myfigure, I could see that his excitement build in his pants. We lockedeyes.We were both quiet and tense. The room was a buzz with lust. Finally, Iswept into the room on my heels and struck a pose. "Like what you seebig boy?" I said with a wink, playing it off like it was just a joke."Definitely." He shot back and the smile went from my face. His desirewas intimidating. "Would you care to pose?" he asked and,. He had his sheet and blanket pulled up to his neck. All I could see was his sweaty face."Would you like me to get you a wet cloth and something to drink?"Nodding, he said, "Thanks."Going into the bathroom, I got a washcloth out from under the sink, ran cold water over it, and went back to him. He was sitting up, leaned back against the headboard of the oak bed that had belonged to one of our Great-greats. No one in the family could quite remember which one it was and there was a heavy. "I've come to chase your blues away and lighten up your spirits. It's just not right for my favorite neighbor to be down in the dumps. And speaking of spirits," she pulled a bottle out of the bag, "I just happen to have some right here." What is it?" Kathleen asked."Nordic wine," Zeta replied. "Now, why don't you get two glasses and a corkscrew and we'll proceed to chase your blues away."The wine was potent. One glass of it was equal to three glasses of the wine she had drank. A warm glowing.