"That would be Marty Jenks. He's my best friend. We've been friends since we were little kids. Our mom's met while grocery shopping and the rest as th...y say is history.I had just put some food in my mouth when Mom asked "How was your weekend?" She does that just to bust my chops.I swallowed and said "Not bad, Did some studying and goofing off. How was yours?" I was happy that you cleaned your room. The twenty I won from your Dad is taking Eleanor and I to lunch today." You really bet Dad twenty. So I told her it would be nice to get a ride home. She went back inside and a couple minutes later she emerged wearing a light jacket and carrying her car keys. We quickly piled into her little Neon and she fired it up. The windows were all fogged up so we had to wait a few minutes for the car to warm up and the defogger to kick in. We talked about the storm and she confided in me that there was something really cool about such storms and she found them exciting! I wondered if she was one of. ‘I know nothing about wine,’ she says. ‘What’s to know?’ Lance replies. ‘It’s wet, you drink it. You like it or you don’t. Personally, I believe, like the French, that a glass of wine greatly improves a great meal.’ ‘In that case, I defer to your superior knowledge. Would you mind ordering for us?’ ‘Not at all. Such was my intent all along,’ Lance raises his hand, as if in school, elbow bent. In about thirty seconds, the sommelier appears. ‘Anton, have you a smooth Liebfraumilch for the young. Give me a minute.”She got out of bed and grabbed her robe from inside her closet and slipped out the door, closing it behind her. A couple minutes later, she returned, sitting on the bed.“They’re showing dance films. A series connected to Noguchi’s show at the Walker. Though it looks like there’s other films besides Martha Graham.”“Sounds cool.”“Yeah. So I’ll see if Charlie can come see them with me, and we can meet in the lobby after.”“Sounds like a plan.”“Let’s grab a shower. Dinner’s ready.