” “Oh I already saw your Mom as I came back mainly because Dad isn,t too well. I,ll be in the area for a few more weeks yet!” So she accompanied...me to the house and chatted with Mom over another coffee while I put my dress uniform on. “WOW You look great in that. Let me just get my camera and take a few shots of you!” As she went out to her car Mom said “Boy has little Helena Grown Up!” “She certainly has Mom, in the nicest ways!” I chuckled. “You be careful with that girl, son, she has looks,. Mam had inquired about me and finally got to know the problem. She helped me through. In a way we both were helping each other. She was much more of a friend. We used to talk after college. I usually used to drop her home. Then soon, our relationship grew to a weekend outing. My first choices were some lovely places. She loved it.In one of the outing, she told me about her husband. That bastard was having an affair with her friend. And finally went with her. She wept on my shoulders telling me. With almost surgical precision. The more we talked about it the more I liked it as she spelled it out to me.It was working on one o'clock—4:00 p.m. on a Friday in D.C., she tartly pointed out—so I needed to get cracking if I was going to follow her advice. I still delayed long enough to go down and snatch up one of the last sandwiches remaining on the dining room sideboard for my lunch, partly because I figured I'd be pretty hungry by dinner and partly to give myself a couple of minutes to mull. He’s a senior, Natalie, and he does this to every girl. But the scolding in my mind does little to help. Suddenly I’m aware of Jay leaning closer to me. “By the way, somehow I managed to never catch your name,” he chuckles to himself. I reluctantly and yet at the same time willingly turn my attention back to Jay. “Natalie Kosher.” I answer. He smiles and sits back. “I’d introduce myself, but you know me. Or my name at least,” he states somewhat arrogantly. “Who doesn’t?” I comment, seeing if I.