.." was all I said as I got out of the car. Michael didn't try to takemy hand or anything as we walked over to the order window."I'll have a large str...wberry vanilla cone please, what would you likeCharlie?" Michael asked."I'll just have the same thing, but a small cone please," I said. Iwasn't really in the mood for ice cream but I don't see Michael drivingme home right now so, fuck it."Let's go sit over there," Michael said pointing towards a bench under adim street light.We made our way over. Then it registered on me. It was my Grandad's car. Nana didn't drive and so Mom had brought it back here with them."Hi Dad, how's Nana." She's pretty upset, Steve, but better now than earlier in the week. I don't think she's going to be able to make it on her own, though. She doesn't drive and that house of theirs is not close to any stores or services. I've been talking to your mother about it and I wanted to talk to you and Pam as well. We'll discuss it later when your mother and I get. In the past I even had an oval shaped necklace, but in here we weren’t allowed to have jewelery. As I stared at the oval I felt my body tingling, my mind tingling, there was still a whiff of incense lingering in the chapel. My eyes were warm, they started to sting, almost as if the oval was exuding this blinding bright light, my eyes even started watering and then suddenly a shadow appeared in that blinding light, a shadowy figure that came closer and closer, bigger and bigger. It was a man,. I really enjoyed my first picnic in the nude. One of the great things about being naked is that if you spill something on yourself, it’s no big deal. I was standing by the picnic table talking to Mark, a short but muscular thirty-something with wavy brown hair when Max passed by and accidently bumped my elbow. I was holding a glass of wine at the time and it splashed all down Mark’s front. Normally it would have been a disaster – red wine on Mark’s shirt, down his pants – and a bit of an ordeal.