She’d grown up hearing stories of the rakshasa - the evil gods of Hindu mythology that she definitely didn’t believe in as a modern, rational Indi...n woman. As she did, the cue card in front of her changed and she followed along, “So Tom, you’re here to make a big announcement about Too Much Love, the novel I’ve just discovered I’ve been living in?”Tom faced out into the audience. On the monitor, his eyes had caught the camera so that it looked like he was talking directly to each person. "I break 100 most days." "Better than me," I said. No one else seemed to want to go, so I told Diane I would escort her to and from the tee. It was only another 30 yards, behind a fence and some trees. She also wanted to finish her cigarette before her daughter saw her, so we took our time. We heard it first, a low groan. She stopped and I almost bumped in to her. "Did you hear that?" she said. I was about to say no, when I heard it again, a definite groan. Or moan. "It's from over there,". (Betty) *Pets Tigger on head and scratches behind ears*(Nostrumo) *Scratching behind the ears, too*(Tigger) *Purrrruuummmbbbbllleee*(Nostrumo) *Looking in the pockets to find a few crumbs*(Darkside) How do you stop your fur from puffing up like a fuzz ball. Actually that's probably a trade secret. Some people on the TSA list would kill to know that one.(Tigger) Good grooming, Darkside! Cat's just know how!(Nostrumo) Hm, that's why women always compared to cats aren't they?(Oberon) What may I. They all walked away with curious looks on their faces and, most likely, starting their own rumors before they were ten feet away.They had their lunch. They talked, they laughed, and they had some great conversation. Not a single word was said about Bella, or Nikki, or Carly, or Anthony, or cheerleaders, or secret votes. It was all about Stephanie, and Zane. They just had a good time. After lunch they stopped in the mall and played games at the video arcade and won enough tickets to get.