’ ‘Are you a vegetarian?’ ‘No. Listen, I don’t want to put you out. It’s nice of you to do this, but I don’t want to impose.’ ‘Oh. O...ay.’ Miss America returned with the Pepsis, and asked if they were ready to order. ‘Two t-bone steaks, medium. Each with loaded baked potato, salads with Thousand Island.’ ‘We got broccoli.’ ‘Then I guess we’re having broccoli.’ ‘Cheese sauce?’ ‘Don’t suppose you have Hollandaise?’ ‘Sure do. On both?’ ‘Reckon so.’ ‘Okay. Hope you’re not in a hurry.’ The waitress. Whatever she thought today, there was a better chance that next week it would be something new, and I was not going to deprive myself of this moment of pleasure. After all, chances were that I might never again have an opportunity like this one.Hell, I was damned lucky just to have this opportunity. I was going to make it a night she would not soon forget, I might even get arrested for what I had planned. I was looking forward to the evening, but before it was even came close, there was a knock. His rope slowly slipped through his glove as her extra weight pulled him down. He let go of where he was and fell towards a place he formed in his imagination. His feet touched wet rock and he struggled to maintain his balance as he lowered her to the ground. They were in a small canyon that intersected a larger, deeper canyon. They were on top of the waterfall the small canyon’s steam made as it flowed into the larger canyon. The view was spectacular. He sat next to Cassie and let her hold. I could tell by the lip imprint it was Alice, and got extremely excited thinking about where those lips had been. Of course I tried calling that night and many times daily over the Xmas holidays, but it just rang - no answer. Finally, the day before New Year's Eve, she picked up. She explained that she needed the time to break up with her guy, Frank, and to get him moved out of her house. "Hope you didn't make plans," she said, "because I've made reservations for us at the Maxwell House. .