I agreed and turned around and started heading to the job site. I got about a mile from my destination when I got a text from Marcus, the ‘Now is go...d’ text that I am getting used to getting from him. I pulled over and told him I had some work to do and maybe later. He sent back a text saying that he only had an hour and please come over NOW. So here I am, mouth and jaws sore from earlier that day and kinda full, so I sat there and tried to think of a good excuse for NOT going and at the same. Naanum intha vayathil appadi thaan muthalil aasai patten iradu varudathirku munbu varai yaar sunniyaiyum paarkaamal thaan irunthen. Aanal oru naal enathu vaazhvaiye maatriyathu oru sambavam.Ennaku thirumanam aana naalil irunthu oru pathinaiyaagave irunthu vanthen appozhuthu en kanavan en meethu kola piraiyathil eppozhuthu en kuthiyil vaayai vaithukonde irunthaan. Aanal ippozhuthu avanuku vayathu aagi vitathu athanaal en kuthiyil vaai poda marukiraan pinbu en kuthiyil oothum para varudangal. He was beside a stately Malian woman, who turned out to be an author well-known in the Francophone world. After greeting Sandy politely, she returned to conversation with the man on her other side. On his right was a French poet, a younger man, maybe early thirties. He was very pleasant, and spoke poor English, so their conversation was in French. They chatted through the first course, but it became clear that the poet was gay. No problem with that, but it was obvious that he was more. "Jack?" she said, with a wavering voice. 'Not again, ' she told herself, 'Oh, please, not again.'He shook his head as he looked at Abigail. "We were teenagers. We dated for a short while. That's it, though. I haven't seen her since I was in high school."Natasha let out a rueful laugh. "Come on, Jack. You might as well end the lies. Like I said, I've got proof." She reached into her purse and pulled out a sheaf of papers. "I printed every e-mail. I used to reread them and dream about the times.