He appeared to be in his late fifties. His hair was snow white and so fine one could almost see through it. He was one of those people who looks as if...they’d never lost their baby fat. His face and hands had a pinkish color that glowed hotter as he struggled to move a well polished, leather briefcase out of the front passenger’s seat. The man appeared slightly nervous as Karen got in, telling him how much she appreciated the ride. It was getting dark, and the man asked if she had a place to. Of course, my take on Disneyland and all things mouse is definitely in the minority. Whether through childhood programming or something in the water, I have had to listen for years about how it really is a great place and it really is different. In fact, my lone stand against what I consider to be the true evil empire—communism having proven a poor adversary—has made somewhat antagonistic on the subject and I try to defame or embarrass the organization at every turn. My greatest feat was. " She was laughing now, a friendly laugh though. "Surely you don't think that yesterday morning was the first time I knew that you were following me." She smiled beautifully as her chubby cheeks turned slightly red. "I've known for a while that you were following me and I decided that if you weren't going to do something then it was time I did. I thought it was time I got to know the person behind that body that you've done so much work with the body that has changed so much in the last few. Let the boy have a little escape. Pick your battles. Let him learn to live without a mother. After all, Andrea had made her decision. That was obvious. Or maybe in her mind there’d never been a decision to make. Chris didn’t think often on the mandate he’d set before her that terrible day. It was…shaming isn’t the word. It was simply one of those things that can be known, but not thought of directly. And after six months, it was obvious to him that Andrea had turned him down. She had decided to.