We have something. Something that ties us together. More and more, we seem to know what the other wife is thinking. Oh, not telepathy. At least I don�...�t think it is, but somehow, there is something that helps us agree with each other – helps us to see, and feel, the other person’s side of things. We’re closer than sisters – closer than identical twins. I suppose you could say that it takes selfishness out of the equation.”“Daughter, I know that you are thrilled with your marriage. I never. The front snack bar area was empty and both side doors were open to the theater above. The sounds were wild and eerie and bright but unsettling colors danced against the walls as if a wild kaleidoscopic show of light and sound was being held inside. I found some cotton balls in a first aid kit underneath the cash register and wadded them into my ears. The noise was just too unsettling and alien and I didn't want to understand anything that it might be saying.Inside the grand old theater an. She threw the glass of booze in my face and laughed, a real crazy laugh, almost cackling. I thought, Jesus, this is all I need, to call the men in their white suits and have her hauled away and some newspaper reporter picks up the story from the hospital. I got up in a hurry and went .into the bathroom and toweled off my face and turned around to come out, but I couldn’t get out of the bathroom. She was standing right in the doorway, barring the door, with both hands on each side of the door.. The clothes looked really good on her. "Care to offer an explanation?" Well, I couldn't send you home all sweaty, could I?" I replied innocently.She shook her head, but the megawatt smile was there. "Thank you. I love the new stuff!"We rode a similar trip on Friday afternoon. The weekend ride was even harder. I showed up early Saturday morning with a bag containing proper bike-clothes to prevent chaffing. We were out for over 3 hours, and she was more dead than alive when we arrived at my.