He actually used the napkin to fish the rank things out of the garbage and fished out his phone with two fingers.“McKinnon,” he said wearily.“Da..., this is Jacy,” came the familiar voice from an unfamiliar phone number. “Where are you?”“Sweetheart, I’m sitting in our kitchen eating mom’s lasagna. Where the hell are you, and where is everybody else, for that matter?” he said, realizing in mid-sentence he was angry at their absence.“We’re at the police station,” she said. “We were worried. You. Unsurprisingly Alex eventually came up with a plan, and of course thefirst thing I knew of it was when I came home from work to find her satat the kitchen table with a large glass of wine."O Oh," I said smiling, "I know that face, someone's had an idea."She smiled back, albeit a little nervously. "Actually I have," sheconfessed. "I was wondering if you might be ready to try something tomake the days a bit better. I really like where we are at once thelights go out but as soon as you get dressed. We kissed and hugged every time. I was anxious to get Rona back to a bed, hers or mine it didn’t matter.We made it to a tube station and headed back south. Rona said she would like us to stay at her place again tonight. No problem with me. After we arrived at her station, I got a distinct impression that Rona was being deliberately slow. I began to feel aware of it. As we entered her road I heard the unmistakable sound of a London taxi. It went past us and pulled up right outside Rona’s house.. The refrigerator does not help as I open it. I retrieve egg salad sandwiches, what’s left of a chicken-bacon-pasta salad, and a container of cut watermelon. Jack was probably right that the potato salad was redundant at our housewarming. I layered food items on top of each other with two forks in case both of us wanted the pasta salad. I negotiate unlocking the door and sliding it open with my hands full.Jack asks, “Should we eat inside?”I shake my head. “You turned the thermostat down too.