I shared that thought with Michael the other day after he expressed himself to me and he just laughed a little and said, ‘No honey, there’s nothin... wrong with you. If it weren’t for the situation I’m in right now I would want to be with you. I mean…you’re intelligent, you’re beautiful – inside and out – and you’re my friend. But since I’m about to be divorced and still angry and bitter over that whole thing, I’m just not ready for all of that again.’ I started to cry the same way I’ve been. I’ve been very rude, I’m afraid. I don’t know the rules and I am truly out of place here. This is a far cry from my town in New Jersey. Can I order something?”Ben nodded his head. “Yes, sir. What would you like?”“Scotch, neat. Single malt. Laphroaig, if you have it? The eighteen?”Nancy felt a jolt hearing the name of the scotch. It was her husband’s scotch. And the exact age he preferred. George always said he had to drink a scotch old enough to sleep with.Steve looked at her and winked. “It. . or a news story you always wanted to see come true. Write it as if a piece of fiction. Just write it down ... then ... slide the notebook under your pillow and go to sleep. And the next day ... it'll happen"Bob stared at her for a moment, expecting more. When it didn't come, he asked, "Did you start smoking pot again...? You know, just because the legalized recreational use this past election--" DO it!" she snapped. She chuckled, surprised at herself, checked for prying ears again, then. We loaded the car with our bags, our overnight bag just in case, and His toy bags, and got in the car and headed out. It was a 2-hour drive to our final destination. On the way, we watched the sun set, but talked very little. It was a companionable silence, though. i had no idea what was going through His head, but in mine, well, the anticipation of the evening was gripping me as usual. We arrived in good order, each of us carrying bags up to the house after parking the car, and we walked right.