He listened carefully and heard his wife showering down the hall in the master bedroom's ensuite bathroom; he closed the door to his office and sat at...his desk, his hands shaking as he placed the lavender envelope down on the blotter. He couldn't bring himself to look at the picture again so he shook it out and put it aside, facedown. The single piece of stationery was lavender identical to the envelope; it had been folded once to fit in the envelope and David smoothed out the crease so that it. It was always something like, "I have a bad feeling about him" or "I just know he isn't right for you. Trust me, I know these things."She hated me so much that she would not even attend our wedding even though she paid for it - indirectly through her husband of course).Things did not get any better after the wedding. Julie talked to her mom every day and her dear mother never passed on an opportunity to try and shoot me through the grease. It could be something like her mom asking her what she. Can we do that?”She smiles the sweetest smile as she says, “Yes Joe, I want to share secrets with you, and be honest with you. I didn’t stay home from school, because I was worried. I have the mumps.” My mouth hangs open. Oh, shit! We had each other’s tongues down our throats.”You better get back to school silly,” she smiles.I run out to the end of the driveway and turn to see her smiling at me. “I’m grounded until Sunday, but I’ll see you later.” I blow her a kiss and start running back to. ”Everyone laughed. The waitress brought our tea, and we stopped talking so Abby could place our main dish orders, and then everyone selected their own soup.“Where are you from, Gene?” Sophia asked once the orders were placed.“Sandusky,” he replied. “It’s on the lake, halfway between Toledo and Cleveland. How about all of you?”“Lima for the three of us,” Sophia said.“West Monroe, which is about forty-five minutes west of here, for Jocelyn and me,” I said. “Elizaveta is from McKinley, and so is.