I’m at your beck-and-call. I’ll just bring my homework with me. I’ll have plenty of reading I can do. I don’t know the requirements for my com...uter classes yet, but I’m sure I can work that out. Do you know when you might go back to Madison?”“I’ll have to go sometime before April, and Doctor Winslow and Doctor Hicks said six weeks before I can travel sitting up for a long period of time. I’m not even allowed to climb steps for two weeks. I can start working on my research as soon as I feel up. ‘Out through the French doors in the library.’ I was none the wiser, as I had no clue where the Library was. She saw this and pointed to a door coming off the foyer. ‘Through there.’ There was that grin again. Then she turned and walked the way she had indicated. I decided right then and there that I could watch her walking away for hours. She had the most spectacular ass I had ever had the pleasure of ogling. Smooth, firm, and heart shaped, it filled out her jeans beautifully. Watching it. He was her oracle, her sage, and her Guru guide who knew all things. Such an odd couple, why would he befriend her? Maybe, like her, he has no one else. With her a nothing and a no one, obvious he was someone once, a husband, a father, and a friend. Who knows what else he was to all those he touched in his life in the way he was touching her now? For now he was her most unforgettable character. Just by her looking at his portraits, dozens of them now, as if he was her priest, her psychiatrist,. Again, nothing toodaring, I’ll put mail outside my front door very late at night, or runabout the kitchen scantily clad in broad daylight, always safely behindclosed windows and screens mind. I enjoy sitting out on my patio in theevenings-dying light while smoking a joint and drinking, in a very delicateand lady like manner, a glass of red wine. The weekend all this changedwas a scorcher, the thermometer on my shady, partially covered, patio wasreading over 100 degrees Fahrenheit, and the.