.. We could play some cards or go to a movie or something - anything as long as I can be close to her. I just wish I could tell her how I really feel ...bout her... (Before she could complete the thought, the phone rings.)"Hello?"It's Lis! - "Hey Lis, What's up?" - Talk about timing!Hot date? It can't be her boyfriend, she'd never be that excited about it if it was... and that SOB'd kill her if it was anyone else... - "You have a date tonight... and it's not Jesus? You trying to get. " The restaurant was in the main building. It had a tropical feel to it with both indoor and outdoor seating and no one else was inside. We went in to have lunch. Each chair and stool was outfitted with a large clean towel to put on the seats. Joan and I decided on eating indoors because the sun was hot and our skin wasn't used to prolonged exposure. We sat at the bar and chatted with the bartender, Karin. We ordered drinks, beer and hard cider, and two burgers rare. While we were waiting for. Grant mentioned that he would be ‘batching’ it for a few days soon as Heather had to travel to a seminar in a city about 3 hours away. We told Grant he was welcome to come over whenever he wanted if he got tired of his own cooking. I guess I wasn’t thinking straight because I never put it together that I would be out of town that same week. My wife Terry had wanted to come along with me but couldn’t get the time off work. It was Terry that remembered I was going to be in the city when Heather. It was hilarious, watching them open the gifts, filled with hope that you’d forgiven them. At first, your dad thought that the ice pack was meant as an apology for the kick, but when the rest of the gifts came out, he started to get pissed off. Your mom uses the ice pack though. She packs it in his lunch when he goes to work.”I shrugged. “So long as someone’s getting some use out of it,” I said lightly. She hadn’t mentioned Billy and Linda’s reactions, so I didn’t know if they’d just rolled.