Only I could answer those questions.There had been no pressure and no hints about the future from her parents. I was sure that Karin had spoken to the..., at least briefly, to let them know how things had gone. I’d had a great time with the Anderssons and was truly sad to be leaving.I’d said goodbye to Lars and Annika in the apartment before they left for work, and, because Karin wasn’t allowed through security, we’d hugged and kissed before I had entered the queue for the metal detectors and. ‘You got anything that might jog my memory a little?’ Moe reached into his pocket, pulled out a couple of bills, and tossed them on the table. ‘Maybe Lincoln and his buddy can help,’ he said. She looked at the cash and shrugged. ‘Dead presidents don’t tickle me like they used to.’ She inched her hand over her belly and slipped it beneath her bloomers. ‘I was hoping for something with a heartbeat.’ Moe wasn’t fourteen anymore, and he’d seen enough flesh in his life to become choosy. Sticking. To my surprise, while we had dinner we talked about stuff, and not a word was said about Gene. That seemed a little strange to me, because I knew my wife wanted to screw Gene for years. Just before we were finished eating, I said, “Babe, I know how long you’ve wanted to have sex with Gene, so this one time, if you want to bang Gene alone in our bedroom, with nobody watching - I’ll understand.” “Thanks Hon’, but I’ll never have sex in our bed with any man if you are not in it with me,” Vicki. “I assume you knew yesterday?”“Yes. We’d like you, Jessica, and Kara to come for a celebration dinner on Sunday.”“We’d love to,” I said. “See you then!”At lunchtime, instead of taking Jesse for a walk, I drove to Bridgeport to meet Father Basil for lunch. We’d met again in February and continued our conversation about life, death, and God. This would be our third lunch. I enjoyed the conversations, but the impediments were not going to go away.“Will you be coming to Pascha again this year?” he.