It was the finale of a book reading at a large retail location near Times Square. The night was filled with chuckles from the mostly female crowd. I w...s getting my dogeared copy signed by the author, who was also one of my favorite comedians. “Thanks, Pat,” I said, as she handed it back to me with an autograph and a personalized message. “I will indeed remember to 'keep it crunchy like peanut butter.' So funny.”“No doubt.” Pat gave me a high five.“You know it.” Grinning as I exited the line, I. HER glass of water.Giggling, she turned back to the stove, turned the temp down low, set the spoon on the rest, and put the lid on the pot.He admired her as she turned, from her curly reddish hair down to the bare toes peeking out of her frayed jeans.She tried to look mad, looking over her glasses as she walked over towards him."That's MY water" she said as she stopped in front of him, taking the glass and draining it dry."I will get you more" he said.She put a hand on his chest to hold him on. ”“What do you mean?” Ken replied.“I have been told that certain things are right and others are wrong my entire life, and I believed what I was told. My friends agreed that what we have been taught is true.“Now, Doug, and everyone in our group tells me that my beliefs are wrong.“They not only tell me that my friends and I are wrong, but they explain to me why what they are saying is true. I never heard about the things that Abby told me back in Washington, and I didn’t want to accept them. I. In spite of her body language, she repeated the request twice as we spoke.I agreed to go, mostly because I didn't have any reason to object, and also because I knew that it would help us both in moving on. She handed me a card with a name, an address, and a phone number.Somewhere along the line, I became aware that the officer I had rescued was named Officer Brown. I couldn't say why, but I was pleased to suddenly have a first name for her. It was Judy.I made the call, and two days later, I.