The woman bartender sported a tee shirt that proclaimed "Unicorns Are Real" across the front, which drew a laugh from Amy and a flirtatious prediction...that maybe they would find one tonight. Upon acquiring their cocktails, Eric and Amy strolled over and seated themselves in a padded booth area next to the dance floor. The sparse crowd added to their discomfort as they waited for more arrivals to take them out of the spotlight. Soon the uncomfortable couple from the video area downstairs sat. When I called you at work, they didn't know where you were and why you hadn't come in. I can't tell you all the horrible things I imagined had happened to you."She is accompanied by Ed Wilson. He lives three doors down. If she was so worried, why didn't she send him? Maybe because he doesn't have a key. "Well Jen, I can see that there are no burglars or anything so I'm going to head back home." Quick thinking Ed.She makes a phone call. "Roger is here. He's sick. He probably felt too bad to call. That was unusual. In the past, no matter how miserable the Tampa Bay club was, they had always managed to compete with us, nose-to-nose. The Orioles' tendency in recent years had been to play up or down to the level of our competition. We'd stand tall against New York and Boston, but often would allow Tampa Bay and other cellar-dwellers to steal wins.It was frustrating -- for the players and the fans.So beating Tampa Bay two straight felt like more than something just routine. Maybe it meant we. I could see the "lock" and I could see a few more things, but beyond that, I couldn't see jack. The snow was coming down in buckets and there was at least a foot on the ground with more coming. The wind was blowing hard, with a few occasional, much stronger, gusts. Not to mention, it was well below freezing out there!I closed the door, staying inside. "Brother Jerome is a man of very great means," I whispered, half to myself."He is a prophet, a most holy man," Rebecca told me. "Brother David.