It was around quarter to ten. It had taken me a while to finish being made up.I walked through the front door of Har Zion Synagogue. I opened my talis...bag and took out a knit, designer yarmulke and secured it to my hair with a bobby pin. Then I took out the talis, drew it over my shoulders and wrapped it around my arms. I put the bag in my coat pocket.I had been given a moustache and a full, bushy beard and a pair of glasses that didn't do anything but help obscure my identity. I was also aged. And, when she came to the door of the cabin, she saw that the latchstring wasn’t hanging out. So, Jonathan had to be inside. She knocked softly without hearing a response.She waited. Knocking was so forward. But Jennifer had told her in sworn secrecy that this was an experience she would regret missing for the rest of her life. She knocked harder.Jonathan was dead asleep. He’d been up long before dawn waiting to ambush the deer as they went to the water hole. The doe hadn’t been shot as cleanly. Relieved, he waited until Kia returned.He gave her a big hug, petted her and kissed her on the lips with a big smacking sound that made Kia chitter. She loved him giving her kisses in this manner. She happily crawled onto his shoulder and snuggled into his neck. She spent as much time with Mark as she did with Jean, especially if they were outside.Mark touched his tree and activated the shield spells. He then went for a walk to see just how far it went. He headed up the gully and was surprised. They had offered to let me move in at once, which I did. I remembered my grandfather telling me, "Jerry, if you need more than a handshake to seal a deal, just walk away from it. Without trust there is nothing."A vision of Angie walking with me on a soft island evening came to me, of how her beauty and our feelings made it a perfect evening. I had trusted her with all the commitment love could bring. I confess to a bit of bitterness as I realized there would never be another perfect evening.