To my consternation, the little witches give nothing away and seem to lose interest. The topic shifted to who was going to pay for the next round of d...inks.----Some time later my friend Sammi, whom I told about the incident, asked me how my date went with the hunky young guy. I had completely forgotten about it. OK, I think, I am intrigued as to where this will all end. So I wave her question aside and check my phone for the details of my future date.As a girl who is, sadly, without a male. "I sighed. "Not even for her."Viktoriya frowned and folded her arms over her chest. "So that is it? You simply give up?" I'm not giving up."Viktoriya didn't respond except to stare at me. I recognized the same tactic my mom always used to get me to spill my guts, a tactic even Bert had employed. But although I recognized it, I couldn't resist insisting, "I'm NOT giving up!" Do you really mean that? Or do you say that because you do not want to be the 'bad guy' who abandons the woman carrying. She leaned into his body as he hugged her tight. ‘Thank you Jeffery,’ she mumbled against his jacket. ‘You have no idea how much this means to me.’ She looked into his eyes to show her sincerity. ‘You’re welcome,’ he whispered as he leaned down to kiss her smiling lips. ‘Ahem,’ someone grunted behind them, stopping Jeffery’s descent and bringing up both of their heads to stare. Brady King stood behind them with his arms crossed while holding on to a dangling green plastic bag. He grinned. “come, and your hunger will be satisfied.” And they came from all over. They came.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~By the time Jonathan found his sister the stands had emptied themselves onto the field further swelling the large crowd of people milling about and celebrating the victory of the team.“Hey there superstar” his twin sister, Susan, smiled up at him with an impish look in her eye. “How was that last play? It looked a bit rough out there.”“Yeah, it was. Nothing I couldn’t.