"Theothers have gone for a drink, but they helped me with the sandwich and drinkbefore they left." "What is it?" I asked. "It is a shit sandwich," she...said. "The shit is mine, but it looked a bit dry onthe bread, so we all spat on it to give it some moisture. Then Mom and Mary blewtheir noses on it, so that it would slide down better. The big jug is full ofpiss from all of us, to help the sandwich down." "Please Jill," I implored. "I can't possibly get that down." "Up to you Uncle John," she. ’ He watched her face carefully, noting how her tears had stopped, and her expression softened from anger and fear to bewilderment. ‘Go on,’ she said. His relief at her response was unbounded. ‘I’m finally getting through to her,’ he said silently. ‘In our conversations that evening, you told me things about yourself that I know you had never revealed to anyone before, and I found myself desperately needing to hear more. I was shocked to hearmyself doing the same thing, telling you intimate. . that is the night you said you'd be free?" Yes, Phillip will be away on another business trip and a friend is going to stay with Aaron." Great, here's the address." Not at your apartment?" Not this time. Something new and different, remember?" Yes... of course," she replied finding a notepad and pen.Perhaps disappointment was too strong a word. After all, Lawrence, had been rather handsome for a middle aged man. He was suave and mannerly and treated her to a delightful dinner before the two. I thought, “I’ve got it bad.”“What have you got bad?”“I was talking to myself about you. You are a delightful person. While I enjoyed being with Cindy and Ron last night, I wouldn’t enjoy us being with Susan much. She wants something I can’t give her.” Beth looked at me questioningly. “She wants a relationship. The only thing I might offer her is sex. Beyond that, she’s not there for me and my attention is already centered elsewhere.”Beth hugged me. “Let’s go then. I’ll leave her a quick note.