I had to admit that Fran did always seem to treat Tom with a certain . . . what? . . . respect? That and something more. Certainly there was plenty of...love, and she always gazed at Tom with admiration, even a bit of deference. I sighed as I rose out of my chair. “You want a beer, too?” I asked my friend. “Sure, ” he said, and I thought I detected just the slightest snort of disgust when he said it.Dee was in the kitchen, but I didn’t say anything as I brushed by her and got two beers, simply. You have to use reins to control a horse."I dropped the reins, leaning forward to tell my horse, "I'll tell you what, Old Girl, I'll be polite to you and you be polite to me. Won't that be jolly good?"My horse nodded her agreement.I leaned way back in my saddle, putting my hands behind my head as if I was sunning myself on a beach. I also lifted my feet out of the stirrups and put them on the doubtless confused horse's neck. I now looked VERY relaxed, totally unable to control my horse, and. I will find something to do that will hold my interest. I also called my doctor and told him to begin looking for someone to make me look a little more like a human. Even if it doesn’t come out too well and I’m left with visible scars, you will know I tried.”I leaned down and kissed Angie. I received one back, but she didn’t hold it overly long. I watched her head for the kitchen. I couldn’t at the moment figure her out. I followed her out to the kitchen and sat at the table watching her. I. That's all we talked about and I felt a bit cheated, but I let it go. We talked a few more times regarding the Army in general as I received more information from my friends and then I finally asked, "So, what have you been doing for the last thirty years?"He laughed; he actually thought it was funny. Maybe he just thought it was an odd question. But it opened the door to a three-hour conversation bringing both of us through the last thirty years of our lives. When he mentioned how much he.