" The balding man stood up from his recliner and walked over to give Fred's hand a good shake. He was a bit taller than his wife, and almost but not q...ite as plump. He looked Fred over with a practiced eyes, then motioned to the couch."Come, have a seat. You like football?"Ah, so the testing had begun. Fred looked at the screen."I wasn't even sure Detroit still had a team." Ha!" Bill liked that one, obviously. He offered Fred a beer, which was politely refused, then started in on a well. As the three sat and chatted for a bit, letting their drinks kick in, the door bell rang. Clarice answered, and there was a young black man that Clarice hugged and had come in. He smiled knowingly as he saw Janet sitting there. Clarice asked him if everything was ready for tomorrow night, and he told her that it was. Clarice looked back at Janet and smiled knowingly. A few minutes later the young woman, apparently Clarice and Clyde’s daughter, was saying her goodbye’s and leaving with the young. I’ll steer. In the stern locker...” she pointed, “there’s an anchor. Get it out. when I say, ‘let go aft,’ drop it in the water. There are several places where the rode, the anchor chain, has thread wrapped around it. Count them and stop the rode at five bumps, then tie it off to that cleat, looks like the greek letter Pi but short legs. Yes that’s it.”She shifted the motor into neutral and coasted.The bow anchor is on a little bowsprit looking thing. She pushed a button and the bow anchor. ‘Of — of course,’ she finally spoke. ‘Jess, you know that you can tell us — anything!’ ‘Soon,’ Jessica said, putting her hands in front of her face to mask her tears. ‘I’ve carried this around far too long. I love you both,’ she said as she kissed her husband and their lover. ‘I’ll be back as soon as — when I can.’ Jessica called a taxi to take her where she was going. She wasn’t going to be foolish enough to drive. She would likely be drinking and by the end of it all, upset and not thinking.