I could certainly school them on a thing or two, but I decided to leave them be. Likely, they’d turn up in one of my classes in the fall, and I coul... correct their misconceptions then. Instead, we got a table near the front where the windows were open to the street.The waitress, who was dressed only slightly more modestly than Abby, brought menus and asked us for drinks. With a mischievous glint in her eye, Abby ordered a Sam Adams. The waitress shot me a look, and when I didn’t protest, gave a. There was no down time, no idle moment when I could sit back and take a little ease; it was a constant press of questions and discussions where I often felt way out of my depth. I was struggling simply to keep afloat.Early on I'd suggested to Spook that he find other people to talk to, people who might know a lot more than I about ... well, nearly everything. He told me no, he wouldn't do it, and on that point he wouldn't budge.His reasoning was more or less the same as mine when I first. "This is really cute," Wilson said. He obviously was a little skeptical."Wilson if you want you can fix a frozen dinner, cook oatmeal, or fry and egg, of course you will have to go up to the kitchen and bath unit. Personally I'm doing as little cooking as possible." I explained."Now that sound more like it. So where do we eat?" he asked.I found a good breakfast and lunch place, but for a dinner restaurant I'm still searching." I'll help you look, I suppose," he promised."Good for you," I. . you know ... they ever ... well, saw..." deep breath, "Jamey ... was doing anything inappropriate behind my back."I took a swallow of my beer. "Ya know what I mean, Verne?"Reference to the old Ernest P. Worrell commercials with Jim Varney caused Roy to laugh and drop his previously antagonistic stance at what I was saying. I laughed with him to let him think that everything was sunny and bright. But there was a growing darkness inside of me that I was not going to be able to conceal for much.