”She flushed again but headed to the door. Opening it just a crack, she reached out with only her arm to grab the bag with her cloths. After a few s...conds of groping she opened the door further and looked before turning back to me.“It’s gone!” she exclaimed.I had my gym bag in the car so I ran out and got a shirt and shorts for her to wear. I had worked out that morning, so the smell was pretty bad, but it was all that was available. She took one whiff and pushed them away so I turned and. She returned to the couch and popped the top, and Donnie decided to see if his roomie was up to a much greater challenge."I think you should put your ass where your mouth is on the Cavaliers tonight. What do you say?" It was the same phrase he'd used every other time before, so she knew what was going to happen next, or so she thought."Yeah? What's the wager this time? More dishes? Shoveling the snow? Laundry? Not much else left to do around here." She took a sip from her new drink, and looked. Marcus hesitated. I flashed him my friendliest smile and told him that I didn’t bite. He grinned and we were on our way. We took the train from Quincy Center to Brockton. Marcus sat across from me. He looked really good up close. He was telling how excited he was to be headed back to Marciano Stadium again. Apparently, he played many football games there. I smiled at that. I had gone to many football games to see my brothers play. Sometimes, I played ball with my brothers and their guy friends. Allenby was a nice enough chap, in spite of his profession. I couldn't help reflecting how much more he would have contributed to the nation in a useful trade; manufacturing or construction, say.I had found his choice of wife somewhat curious. At first I had thought that he had chosen her purely for her physical attributes and the fact that she was named for the hero of Trafalgar (How different history might have been if that musket ball had not missed Nelson. Poor Hardy! How would things have.