Ross? Mrs. Jeffrey Ross?" I asked."Yes, I'm Mrs. Jeffrey Ross. Can I help you?" she replied."Does your husband work for Halifax Company?" I asked."Yes... he does," she responded."This is Mr. Don Watson with the Halifax Company," I lied. "We are planning a little welcome party for your husband, Jeff, and you. We'd like to supply you with round trip tickets to Springfield and back. This is to be a total surprise for Jeff. Could you make it?"I couldn't help thinking what a prick I was, but all is. -DAnesa thought to herself,” Oh My GOD! He noticed me staring.” She was quite embarrassed at the fact she had been caught staring, yet somewhat turned on knowing that Damian reciprocated her sexual attraction.Anesa stared down at the letter for a good ten minutes with a huge smile. Not only was she acting like a school girl with a crush, Damian was treating the situation like a school boy too. All the letter was missing was the “Do you like me? Check yes or no.”Her reaction to this strange man. Instead of eating, she headed on down to the TV room and the garage. I followed her down, only to find her sitting inside her little cat litter box dome, head facing out. Got a bit of a greeting, but she had no interest in coming out or anything.We went out for breakfast and some shopping. The orange one was still in her cat box when we returned. She isn't saying anything, she's responsive, if kind of sluggish when greeted, but she isn't moving. Fortunately the vet operation runs 24/7, so if. Then she realized something even more important. Even down there, in the gloom of the lonely empty corridor, she had not once feltthreatened by him. The big scruffy doctor was one of the first men she had not felt uncomfortable with. 'Yes,' she surmised to herself as she fiddled to fit her key into the laboratory door. 'Perhaps I was wrong there. Weird implied something unsavoury, something threatening. Odd however, just hinted at farce orcomedy. The man may have been sad and dysfunctional.