Ambrose was in the art section, as opposed to the children's section. He was sitting on the floor, with a large coffee table type book open in his lap...and was looking at pictures of surrealist paintings.Kris had been awestruck when they first entered the library. He'd expected something small, maybe only one or two rooms, in a town the size of Pembroke. Apparently the long winters caused people to really cherish their library, though, because it was a two story structure that had to have forty. “No, why what’s up?” she replied. “Well … it’s just that we haven’t … you know … for awhile,” I stammered out. She got this coy look and feigned ignorance, “We haven’t done what baby?” “We haven’t played around for awhile and I was worried that you might be turned off or something like that,” I was nervous about her response.She stood and gave me a long passionate kiss saying, “I have my reasons for holding back for awhile. I want you really horny for this Friday because I have a surprise for. We were laughing and having fun,when I seen Bill come out. He motioned for me to be quiet. He claimed up the ladder and jumped in next to Dan. He came up and lifted him up and tossed him across the pool. Dan came up coughing and said do it again. Bill went over and pulled him up ,tossing him again. I was laughing, and Bill reached back and caught my arm.He said think that's funny and threw me by Dan. We looked at each other and went after Bill, splashing and trying to pull him down. We wrestled. I’m trying like hell to be a better person. I’ve shaken off the bitterness and anger, I think. I’ve tried to apologize to everyone I knew that deserved an apology, but I still couldn’t find a way to tell you how sorry I was.”We stood there, looking intently at each other, not saying a word.“I don’t know, Kyle. I don’t have an answer for you. Somewhere in your heart, you have to find a way. I’m not looking for a written apology. I’m trying to find a way back to you, you dumb ass. Don’t you see.