It was the night before he was due to fly home when I saw what I was looking for. We had our usual Skype session, he logged off, I logged on the camer... and waited. Initially nothing happened. He was on the bed as usual, his attention glued to ESPN with a double of single malt scotch sitting in his bath robe and underwear. I had convinced him to adjust the camera so I had a clear shot of the bed telling him that the glare from the desk light was washing out his image. There was a soft knock at. I hear Danny clear his throat before he opens his arms in a welcoming gesture, "Come here." I let out a small sigh and I nod before I scoot over and into his arms. "Thank you for being so nice to me. Not just right now, but ever since mom and dad died. You have always been there for me. Taking care of me and making sure I was safe..," I trail off as I bury my face in the crook of his neck, absorbing his body heat. "Gracie, you don't understand. When you first came to me about Chandler, and. Do you want to stay in the bar or go somewhere?”“I brought a bottle of wine.”“Then my room it is!” I chuckled.We went up to my room, I opened the bottle of red wine, poured some into two plastic hotel tumblers, and we sat down on the couch.“How is school going?”“It’s only the second week, but fine. I miss the Trib! That was WAY more interesting than my classwork!”“I’m sure! But I also know Stan Jakes would insist on you completing your education.”“Absolutely! I’m going back next Summer for. No one did that. Instead, they chose to eye him in covert silence.“What are they mad about, anyway?” he asked himself.Perhaps they were angry, or perhaps not, he reasoned. Perhaps they were afraid, or suspicious of new things that would alter what they had assumed to be permanent. For sure, they sensed change and no matter how good change might be in the objective analysis, it always means giving up a comfortable seat.“Someday, they’ll thank me,” he consoled himself.It was a potential solution.