I’m tied up this weekend, anyway. I promised I’d help on the farm.”“Think it over, but don’t think too long. A pretty thing like Bonnie won�...�t stay on the shelf for long.”Millie walked away and Cal looked down at the toast that he’d only half-eaten. He realized he wasn’t hungry. He took a big swallow of his coffee and left some money on the table. He put his jacket back on and picked up his briefcase. On his way to the door he saw Millie and Bonnie standing together. He waved good-bye to. Well&hellip,I just seem to have a hard time concentrating, she says. Would it have anything to do with the fact that your mind is on something else this whole time? I ask. She looks at me with a confused look. I saw you earlier on the bed today, I confess. Tai! she shrieks. Im sorry, your door was open and I saw. Now Im super embarrassed, she says, covering her face. Why, its nothing I havent seen before, I tell her. I know&hellip,I just&hellip,feel all these urges. Ever since we&hellip, Now I. She remembered all of those nights her ex-husband shut himself up in the attic, labored over lines for days, and destroyed their marriage in the process. She contrasted his recklessness to the small, silent, slow steps she took. Something in the equation didn’t add up, a twist of destiny’s logic that pulled Preston down into the depths of near madness and propelled her to the glory of the literary mountaintop. It didn’t make sense, and she did try to figure it out on several occasions but came. Grumbling myself, I stumbled to the door, wondering who could be calling at this ungodly hour.I yanked open the door, prepared to rip whoever was there a new asshole, only to find Jasmine’s granny there with a bulging canvas bag. How the hell did she get by the main door?“Good, good, you are awake,” she said, speaking better English than I thought she was able.“I am now,” I muttered under my breath.“Where is Jasmine?” she asked, ignoring my bad mood.“Um, in bed?”“Go, go, get her,” she.