”Ah, suddenly a spark of recognition. “I do remember! God he was such a tool. I’m so glad your friends listened to me and had those frat boys ki...k him out! I wasn’t even supposed to be there. My friend Gwen was there trying to pick up some girl and I was her wingwo-” oh ... boy. “I was being supportive I guess.” I said with a smile and tried to brush it off.“I remember you.” She said “You were wearing this green t-shirt and jeans. Your hair was a little messier than today and you were wearing. I got us each a beer, then took her around to show her some of the stuff I had made. She had asked earlier to see my work. She was quite impressed with my work and said I should give her business cards, so she could give them to clients who were going to buy a house.We were now sitting on the couch, just talking, and finishing our third beer. She was starting to get a bit tipsy. She set her bottle down on the coffee table and then curled up next to me. We had our faces only inches apart, when. "Dravid had waited for the punch line he knew was coming. Moral lectures always had a punch line."It's living with the knowledge of your act that will make the rest of your life unbearable," she said.He hadn't smiled. He hadn't needed to. She knew the smile was there, behind his inscrutable face. He read the awareness in her eyes and sought the inevitable frustration she must feel after having made her strongest argument and failed. There was none. Only a faint glimmer of sympathy."I pity your. ”“ ... and they ... thank you, my love. They don’t know how to talk to high class women. So, we start with a conversation and move on from there. Some men just want a tug or a poke and then get back to drinking and gambling. I tried to stay away from those.”“How do you propose that we handle the homestead?” I asked Opal Anne.“I guess we head for Fountain City the next time your brothers go in. We can all get our supplies. We’ll need to pack ours in, so a new mule or two might be better than a.