“So you’re not a romantic?” I asked, baffled by his statement. “Oh but I am. I am a romantic, very much so, and you will have to read some of...my love poetry sometime and you’ll see what a romantic I am,” he said, then took a sip of his wine, a sip of his soup and brought the napkin to his lips. I nodded as he spoke, thinking about his words. “So you think my being here is a fluke—something that just happened.” “Yep, you got it,” he said.“ I would like to believe in destiny. It’s a nice story,. We'll worry aboutwhat comes next another day."Like he always did, Bill conceded to his wife's wishes.Linda drove, Bill certainly didn't feel comfortable doing it in five inchheels. He sat nervously and squirmed in his seat, sure that he was aboutto become the laughing stock of the entire company.The couple pulled into the parking lot, the music and merriment could beheard from there. Linda rushed around and opened Bill's door in a signof good manners. She took Bill's hand and helped him out.. Jasmine looked back over her shoulder to ask her husband what he had started to say, but there was no Morales, just an expanse of white a mile or so wide that extended to her right and left as far as the eye could see. Their kill was lying where it had fallen, and the herd was now well away with the two bulls hurrying to catch up.Turning, she stared for a second, her heart already beginning to thump in her chest. “Morales,” she screamed as she started forward.“Stop!” she heard his muffled voice. What is your name, and is there something I can help you with?" Heather. My sister and I are staying with Paul until I can get my act together. I just went through a nasty divorce, and lost everything I had. Paul was kind enough to offer help. I think my sister accepted it." Paul's my real hunk of an uncle," said the young side of Sally. "We came over to use his pool for the whole week. Are you going to be here for tomorrow's cook out? Do you swim? I'm sorry if I upset you, but Dad has really.