Are you coming, Julie?I looked at her to let her know that she didn't have to, and then I said, "I would be very grateful if you would finish that dri...k, and tell me more about your trip."She looked at me, and then she looked at her friend, and she said, "You go on ahead. I'll catch up later." And then she smiled at me.An hour later, having talked all the small talk we had, having enjoyed each other's company in an unstrained way, we were walking the beach. She had her sandals off and in one. And Mrs. Ben Graham (Mrs. Graham, a famous designer), dancing at Patchouli.Aww ... the siblings cooed at each other in the back of their parents silver Jaguar. The picture was of the two of them, smiling and looking positively adorable, and not at all incest-y and all that that people would have thought.The eight families were all on their way to the Waldorf, where they had all been meeting for the hotel's Thanksgiving lunch/dinner buffet/meal since the groups had officially merged in sixth. It took about a year and a half. After I received the settlement, I kept on working more or less for something to do, to fill the hours of the day because I was now on my own. I know I had my kids, but it wasn’t the same without Laura. And I didn’t know when I was going to meet you again.”“Thankfully Laura had the foresight to get us reconnected. Do you have any plans for some or all of the money?”“What I did for Kevin, Cathy, and Doug was to give them 100,000 dollars each. They can use it to. "Why are you saying sorry?" she said."I'm hopeless. You make more money than me, and I spend too long in bed." Never think that, love. The money thing is not your fault. We'll skip the civics lecture, but the simple fact is I'm good with numbers, so I get paid more. Capitalism is like that — nothing to do with you or me. You make a lot with your great ideas, but not every month. I crunch data every day and spot other people's mistakes. That pays more, but it means nothing. You keep me sane, you.