A bit glassy-eyed and fondling herself openly, she explained that a campus security car had circled the parking lot twice. She didn't know if the offi...ers could see her or not in the gathering twilight, but she'd grabbed one of my textbooks anyway, hunched down low, and pretended read. They made a slow pass by our car but likely decided she was just a tired student wearing an off-the-shoulder tube-top. If they'd only bothered to scrutinize the car a little more closely! That incident sparked a. Or to actually be a Jedi or Sith? Or an alien? I bet you'd ..." His words cut off abruptly. "What?" Emily asked almost immediately. She saw Sean reading a note that had been taped on the door.Sean sighed. "Probably nothing," he sighed, "but then again, it might be." He handed the note to Emily and got out his keys to unlock the door.Emily scanned the note. "Len said a meteorite hit our backyard?" she asked incredulously. "Is this another one of his jokes?"Sean shook his head as he. It was thefact that it was obviously the next step in this weird thing with thisgirl, and the fact that it was exactly the kind of letter I'd expect herparents to get and not mine.I spent the next hour analysing it again and again, recalling things I'dnot remembered in the heat of the moment in the kitchen. She'd mentionedMonday when I'd last saw her, and the letter mentioned returning toschool on Monday. My mother had said it was my current school, and itwas her current school.With all of. “Hello,” she said. “Can I help you?”“Lou Dale, here for a 2:30 appointment.”The woman stood up and smiled brightly. “Good to see you! I’m Amanda Whitman, we spoke on the phone. And this would be--” she glanced down, noting Jessica’s ring, “--your wife?”“Jessica,” she said with a thin smile. I barely noticed, though; I was too busy fighting the urge to gawk openly at Ms. Whitman.Don’t get me wrong. My wife is beautiful. 5’10”, nearly as tall as me, slender, with a youthful, sweet face, big blue.