See you Saturday, Love, CarolynOn Thursday evening, Les was not in the kitchen. Carolyn wondered, “What is going on?”Les met his wife in the den. ...e was as dressed for romance as any husband ever was. He suggested, “Why don’t you have a flute of the chilled bubbly beside your tub, take a nice bath and meet me back here in an hour or so. Dinner will be delivered in about two hours. That should give us some time to relax and get to know each other.”Carolyn was disconcerted. They’d not made love. Although she knows how hungry I am, she almost always says she has to rest for half an hour or so before she starts dinner. I don’t yell at her. Instead, I tell her to take her time and just wake me when she gets dinner on the table.I generally have lunch each day in the Men’s Grill at the Golf Club, so eating out is not an option in the evening. I ‘m ready for some home-cooked grub when I hit that door. She used to do the dishes as soon as we finished eating. But now, it’s not unusual for them. Each player took a card from the deck, and either added it to their hand or put that card or another from their hand face down next to the deck. The aim was to accumulate a set, which might be consecutive numbers in a suit, a set of ace, king, queen, knave etc. When a player got a set, he or she called “show”, and all the other players had to show their hands. All the players’ number cards were added up, and the player who’d called “show” took a garment off the player with the lowest total.. I was supposed to be the only one home all day, so I hadn't been expecting to see Luke in my doorway. He didn't look as dusty or as sweaty as he did after a full day of work, but he definitely looked like he'd had a long morning."What are you doing home?" I asked."I'm taking an early lunch," he explained. "Actually, I came to see if you wanted to take it with me. Are you okay?"I rubbed my hand over my short hair without bothering to sit up and shook my head."I just tried to call my grandma," I.