Where did you get those keys from?’ Somewhere in her mind Isabelle felt a rising panic. Darius shrugged again. ‘We came here to talk Darius... not make gestures at each other. Now, I’m not sure-’ ‘Isabelle, are you alright?’ Darius asked, resting against the doorframe. He peered at her. His question took her totally off-guard. ‘What? What...do you mean?’ ‘Well it’s just that - well, everyone can see you’ve been behaving a bit differently in the last couple of days.’ Darius. He said he’d call her the next day and kissed her goodnight. They felt like they’d found magic in a bottle.When Max called her, the stream-of-consciousness conversation picked up right where it had left off. They talked for two hours before he asked her out to dinner for Saturday night. Ella said she would love to, but would Friday be okay instead? She and her stepmother had tickets to the theater Saturday night. They agreed that Friday would be fine.Both were happy and anxious when Friday. "He never does that." She goes to the cupboard and gets out plates and glasses and silverware. "You set up, I'll serve." I take the dishes from her and set our places at the little table.After she has dished us out generous amounts, she asks, "Would you rather eat in the livingroom? I think there's probably a good game on this afternoon." I'm speechless. A woman that actually wants to eat in front of the hockey game!My mental summary is now going over everything I know about her so far, and I. ‘Henry’s been gone for a little over four months.’ ‘I’m sorry. It must still be hard for you,’ he said sympathetically. ‘It took awhile to actually accept and believe that he was gone. At first I was so busy trying to figure out how to survive and trying to figure out how to get out of San Francisco. Figuring out where to go and what I would do when I got there. I’ve never really had to take care of myself before.’ ‘How did you do it? Get out of San Francisco, I mean,’ he asked. She gave him a.