Argument, in the sense of debate rather than acrimony, was a predictable part of any discussion with me."How true. For that matter, any discussion of ...ers was likely to be a debate. "It was the only predictable part. Thank you for the rest." And, truly out of gratitude, she kissed him. The last hour, however, allowed scant room for kisses of mere gratitude. Her passion rose as his tongue explored her mouth.Soon their arms were entangled in an attempt to hold each other in that clumsy position.. Piatkowski was worth every penny.For lunch, I declined soup, because of the silk top. I had a lettuce wrapped steak sandwich, with beans and baby carrots. She had the sandwich with ratatouille and broccoli. I hate broccoli, but the ratatouille looked good. Point for her. Mr. Pyle had French dip, extra cheese, with fries and a pickle. Right. Obviously, his advanced age was not because of a lifetime of healthy eating.We discussed everything but politics for fifteen minutes. As a Yankees and. I pulled into the garage and got out of my car, placed my briefcase next to the door and walked around to the front door to retrieve the package. I smiled when I read the return address was from the company that I had placed my order. I walked down to the mailbox and saw Jerry turn onto our street and waived. I got the customary “honk of the horn” and a smile as he past by and pulled into their driveway. I walked back to my garage as his car disappeared into theirs. I pressed the down button,. " Sara smiled and went on, "Afterwards, she told me that the guilt was gone and all that was left between us was her love for me." She paused for a while before continuing, "And then I said that I had always loved her, and one thing led to another and I guess we sort of proposed to each other."She looked over at Judy. "When Joan more or less announced our engagement, you said, 'That makes three of us.' So tell us what happened between you and Ron and you and Kevin." Kevin asked me to marry.