“Okay, so what does this change going forward?”“I don’t know. I just wanted an ally in helping her when I’m not around.”“Well, you’ve ...ot one.” she confidently told me. “Just keep an eye out on her. Try and see if you can hide any alcohol or do what you can to prevent her from drinking. I dunno.” I told her, both grateful and saddened further that Daisy found further evidence at home.“Yeah, I understand. I will do what I can.” Daisy replied. A pause filled the space between the phones. “It. He easily lifted him, despite his weight, and carried him inside. He placed him on the living room couch and turned to face me. I stared up at him and said," thank you". I asked if he would like a drink, glancing nervously out the window at his car, in the driveway. He said "Yes, a scotch, please" and excused himself "to get something from his car". I heard his car pull into the garage and the automatic door closing. I smiled. He knew...Jim walked in, I handed him his drink and joined him on. ”“No Lori doesn’t have a date tonight,” she said walking into the room, late as usual. “Why, who wants to know anyway, Brad Pitt?”“Your Grandpa wants to do something tonight and he asked what we were all doing,” explained my daughter.“Well Grandpa, it looks like you’ve got a date tonight,” she said, trying hard not to show her enthusiasm to her family. But I caught it and I suddenly started getting heated just thinking about it.I waited until Lori came home and asked her if she would like to. I could feel a moan rising in the back of my own throat but it was as though the air within me had dissipated. My body tried arching upwards against her of its own volition, like the attraction between two magnets. I could never control myself when I was with her, always wanting to give her everything within me. I did not want this to hurry along, either. I was not a believer in fate, instead believing we made our own destiny. Even as she lay in my arms I knew that my time with her was.