"Hey, Mary Kay, see the guy across the street. He's Josh Evans my ex- business partner. I heard on the street he was moving back to Wilshire Boulevard...so I guess the rumors are true."How did he miss seeing her?We were walking back from lunch on one of those 100 degree days that only happen in California. The kind of day where I would want to vanish into a some quiet little place like the one my dog always finds when he takes his mid day nap.But not today.I'd signed up a new client who'd. Until I found the magazines, I thought everything was fine.’ ‘OK, tell me about the magazines.’ ‘I needed the cordless drill to put up those new shelf brackets, you know, the ones I was telling you about.’ I nodded. ‘When I couldn’t find it, I checked his tool cabinet in the garage. I saw one of my good towels, the real soft ones. When I pulled it out, under it was a pile of magazines. I wouldn’t have really paid any attention to them if one hadn’t fallen out. Right on the cover was this. Thank you Josh, that was really helpful, in more ways than one.”“Anytime sis, anytime.”After another quick rinse off I got dried then did my other chores. I’ve often thought that I had more household chores than my brothers and I started thinking that maybe I could get James to do some of them for letting him photograph me.*****By the Sunday evening I was quite used to being naked at home, and used to James and Josh seeing me. What I wasn’t too happy about was James and that damned camera. He. After a home cooked meal of lasagna and salad, Chris’ specialty, the two settled in the living room in front of the television. Craig had gotten his fill of travel on his tour of duty and wanted nothing more than a quiet evening at home. Going out with friends and painting the town red would come later, what he really needed was a few days at home to decompress. So they sat and talked, catching up on the minutiae that didn’t warrant mention in their emails to each other. During the frequent.