"You aren't falling for me, are you? You are still married, but we can't see each other like this again."I broke eye contact and sighed. "I know, but ...ou have to admit we have magic, babe," I pointed out before peeking back at her."Of course we do, but I can't rip dad's heart out though." Okay, but we can still talk about the magic though can't we? We are going to have these great memories forever." Yes, Mom, which is why I have something else to show you." What?" Get off me."I followed her. I knew it was now or never. I stood up, acting like I was going to grab another beer, when I walked over to him, standing in front of him. His eyes panned up my body, resting on mine. I knew he was wondering what the hell I was doing, and concern spread over his face. I put my beer can on his body, where the first button on his shirt lay open, and before he could stop me, poured the rest of my drink, which was only a quarter of the can down his chest. The coldness of it and what I did. Giorgioni is a plasticsurgeon, so he can make you look like one."(That, I thought, explained why Antonio was a faculty member but I'dnever seen him - he was a doctor at the Medical School, which was sometwenty miles away from the main campus.)"Then, society will be like society. I don't know how that will work,but they'll figure it out. And you'll learn how society sometimes helpsto make you do things you wouldn't do, otherwise."That's all I've got. It's already the best idea I've ever had.. ”Carol awoke when they were somewhere over New Mexico and through barely open eyes, lids heavy atop them, looked around her.She could tell Tony was on her right, and felt, more than heard, his soft snores. Facing her across a small table was Donnie, pillow behind his head, mouth gaping open. She was glad for the engine noise as it muted the worst of Donnie’s snoring, a source of many jokes and not a little anger from time to time. Next to him sat Thomas, gazing out the window and sipping.