Kelly grabbed the calendar and then picked up a red pencil from the coffee cup I used as a holder. She began crossing things off and fitting them into...smaller blocks of time after the upcoming 4th of July holiday. I watched her quietly.Finally, she tossed the marked up calendar back at me. “There. Now you have three hours a day in the office this week instead of twelve.”“How?” I looked at her notes and changes.She stood and leaned over my desk and stared me straight in the eye. “Del-le-gate!”. Yet I become more possessive and demanding of you Debora, which didn’t make any sense.”“For a guy who is supposed to be crazy smart, when it comes to love, I’m a complete dunce. I was pretty confused, and that’s when I spoke to Sean about my feelings with regards to you and Lee.”He looked at the surprised faces of Debora and Lee. “Yeah, contrary to popular belief, guys will talk about this shit. We just don’t do it like you ladies. So anyway, my buddy Sean here,” and he nodded at Sean who. My pash were for newsreaders; older men with authority and confidence. Groomed and worldly-wise. One in particular, Reggie, used to read the news with a cute, confident drawl and ending with a lop-sided grin that made my heart flutter. Oh, yes. We would bump into each other on his holiday here in my town on the south coast, sweep me up into his arms and whisk me back to his smart Chelsea apartment where we'd mingle night after night with the Tele-stocracy, drinking and dancing.... My reverie. "Well good morning darling," she said as Marcia bustled into the shopwith her packages. "So what is it going to be today?" Orange-spice muffins and blueberry goat cheese tarts." Yum," Grace said. "You can put me down for one of each."There are places that seem to exist because people were intending to gosomewhere else and didn't quite make it. They tired or got hurt or facedunexpected obstacles they lacked the resources to surmount. Perhaps theywere turned away from wherever they really wanted.