." I bet you get more than one crack..."I hunched my shoulders and let it pass. As we headed back down to the living room, Gladys said, "It isn't goin... to happen here, is it?" No." Okay. Have you had dinner yet?" Well, no..." Can I blackmail you into taking me out?"So when we hit the living room, I announced, "I'm taking Gladys to dinner."Luz looked up. "Okay, Boss. I don't think anyone is cooking. Darla just left. Have a good time; Gladys is nice people." But she looked behind me.I didn't -- I. It was after the committee meeting of the organization he belonged to that he was asked by a female member if she could send him some reports by e mail as he had told the committee he was now reconnected. "Of course Cathy", he had said as they partook in the morning tea. "I have changed my e mail address". He paused as he took out the new address from his wallet and gave it to her. She thanked him and then joined a few of the other women. He didn't give that exchange of communication any. Once we were beached-out we put on our swim suits and we actually went to a water park, like a quartet of teenagers, for an hour or so before we returned to the beach house. By the time that we got back we were physically tired though still emotionally charged. We again made dinner together but unlike Friday night the booze was flowing while we did. It continued to flow after dinner when Candice put on her favorite dance play sets at high volume. The music seemed to give each of us our second. I'm not sure why I took offense to that question. Probably because the envelope had been sealed when I gave it to him and I was still feeling defensive. "She sent me one, too."Eddie flashed me a curious look and I suddenly felt nervous. I was afraid that he was going to ask me if he could read my letter. I didn't want to share it. Definitely not yet. It was from my mom, to me. It was mine. I could understand his curiosity, though. I was curious to know what his letter said, too. But, Eddie.