After placing one squirming little rascal on Santa's lap, I looked further down the line to see who was coming up. About three groups down, I saw a go...geous woman staring right at me. At first glance, she reminded me of Connie Britton, the sexy actress who'd played the coach's wife on the TV show 'Friday Night Lights'. She looked to be in her mid-thirties and was exquisitely dressed. The long beautiful coat she was wearing must have cost a fortune. She was taller than me and had long reddish. I am not terrified or frightened or worried of it nevertheless. Why, you might probably question. I love this place. It is hushed and belle natural and harmless in every revere and esteem in similarity and dissimilarity with the earsplitting and congested and crammed-full that township house places are. Phew!In a hurry and hastily—before I start to cook or bake up anything, I snatch and grab my phone that is lodged and put down on kitchen slab and I type this coming wording message to Stian. Of. . Northern Sweden, probably. Or Minnesota.OK, so it wasn't actually snowing at Shea, but you get the idea.But it was, apparently, even colder for the Mets than it was for us, and our starter, Rob Murray, was holding them down pretty good. Rob wasn't fast anymore, but he was canny as hell, and taking the weather into account, he pitched almost everybody tight and sawed the bats off in their cold, cold hands. Murray was still hanging in after six and we had a 4-3 lead.Leading off in our seventh,. Needless to say, Trisha's enthusiasm died right about then. She grabbed her stuff and stomped off out the door, muttering something about "seeing about this" and "getting a refund". I didn't know what she was getting at and frankly I didn't care. I felt that Verity had in her way, freed me from something that without her help, I would have been screaming inside about for a very long time to come.It felt good and as a safety measure, I went and dabbed a little of the fragrance from the stopper,.