‘No, but I know Roxy, and I can tell she is into you.’ I thought about it briefly, and getting it wrong here could make me look pretty stupid, as ...e had already arranged to go out with the same group again the next night. But then I thought ‘Fuck it, you only live once.’ With that, I got up without saying a word, and went after Roxy. In my drunken state I wasn’t sure I’d be able to remember where her caravan was, so I took a chance and headed off in the general direction she had gone in. I was. "Is anything wrong, honey?" his wife asked him."No," he said, his eyes darting furtively about the room, "why doyou ask?" Ron and Barbara turned round to stare. His voice hadsuddenly become a breathy whisper with heavy overtones of MarilynMonroe. They were about to laugh at his parody but something abouthis expression stopped them abruptly."I've got to get out of these clothes," he said suddenly in thepetulantly femmy voice that had emerged at Dr. Wolfe's."Paul, what's wrong?" Nothing's wrong.. * Today * In the next chapter of ‘At the Summit’ we will rejoin Dean as Maria shares more. And for readers who joined this series with the ‘California Zephyr’ stories, the ring circle begins to close. *** Stop here if you are reading this aloud! *** The next paragraphs are for our women readers only. Someone asked me why I was so explicit about Sophia and myself, when the story isn’t about us. Doesn’t Sophia mind? The answer in brief is ‘no, she doesn’t mind.’ It was her idea, after several of. So be a Dear and let me get some rest now.’ smiling she told him, ‘How about that, I’m seventy nine and at my time of life becoming a drug addict. I can’t wait for my next shot.’ But Misha’s smile was forced. He looked at the woman in bed, frail and getting weaker each day, her face pinched with pain, the sparkle gone from her eyes and lent over kissing her cheek. ‘Next thing you’ll be asking me to take you clubbing Gammy.’ * Sitting in the departure lounge at Gatwick surrounded by people.