Luke didn’t give anything away, just raised an eyebrow.I could feel myself blushing, “Diane bought it for me while we were out last week, a late E...ster present.”He still said nothing, but I could see something was going on in his head the way his eyes were moving. “Luke, sweetie, it’s just, she thought, well,” how the hell was I supposed to explain this one?“Let me show you,” I said. At this, he grinned and held it out for me.“What? No! No, let me show you the card Diane wrote with it.”I took. Reading wasn't working and I didn't want to wake my house guest by heading to the living room and turning on the TV so I laid there tossing and turning. Finally, I headed to the kitchen to get a drink and found Barry sitting at the kitchen table. We both chuckled at the fact that we both were still wound up from the day. After another hour or so of talking, we said our good nights again and Barry gave me a hug. It was a really nice hug and one that I wouldn't have minded continuing. I lay down. .. that would be marvelous. And please call me Monique."I went to prepare her a cup of coffee. I thought that I saw her tongue linger on her upper lip for a little longer than was normally acceptable.As I returned with the coffee, Monique was going through her briefcase, shuffling some papers. "Boy, that was quick, Dylan. Are you always this quick when you fulfill a task?" she asked me with a teasing tone in her voice.I had a nagging feeling that the question was a trap of some kind. There was. I pulled out and found a camping place where we could hook up for the night.Cathy remarked on how few people there were. I told her that news reports had said a three percent survival rate but that I thought it was much less.She said, "What do you mean?" Okay, what about Belfast? According to my map and your chamber of commerce, there were just over six thousand people there before the Day. When I showed up, there were eight. That's, umm, just over one tenth of one percent." Oh, so few!" Yes,.