"Well, how could I refuse. A charming young lady, quite lovely, wanted to dine with me. I grinned and responded in the affirmative. "Just let me get m... coat. I'm ready to go." We walked out together and strolled to another restaurant on the next block over. The food was great and so was the company. But I did notice that a lot of my questions concerning the town were deflected, adeptly and subtly. I didn't mind. Anyway, we started my week of Shakespeare with Macbeth. I did not know if that was. She had always believed that, yet ... her own daughter appeared to not care. Moreover, she even seemed to embrace it. Diana had told her that shortly after they moved to the retreat she had realized that Jeff was getting ready to tell her that he wanted a divorce because of what Diana had done with Jack. Susan hadn't heard the details of that yet, but it must have been bad. Bad enough that Diana and Arlene had cooked up some crazy scheme to keep Jeff from leaving. Diana had mentioned that. He was folding some clothes and he was standing there in his boxer shorts. His boxer shorts were strange they were far too big for him as they went down to his knees, so I said “Tim, you and I are going shopping tomorrow and we will buy some trendier boxers”. His response was that he does not want any as those were fine. I did say they don’t fit well and asked why did he wear boxers that were clearly too big. At this he looked at the floor and visibly blushed. I said “What’s up Tim?” he replied. ***Several times in the next few days he thought about new bets for Lindsay but in the end it was she who came up with the next challenge.It was in the monthly Management Team meeting. They were going around the boardroom table for individual updates and Lindsay praised Chris and his team for an accurate close. The room was in a state of semi-stunned quiet as she offered her thanks. Chris watched her sit down, smile across at him, and begin tapping the keyboard of her laptop. He was still.