Are you sure that you didn’t have any wine today?” I confronted Mom, having sworn that I could smell it on her breath.“Okay ... maybe a little w...th my rabbi at his place after temple ... he’s kinda cute! You two should go to temple again. Maybe Amy could marry him and you could find a good Jewish girl who isn’t your sister to wed,” Mom giggled a bit.“Alright, Mom, I’m cutting you off at least until the pizza shows up ... your usual?” I asked Mom, not taking anything that she said too seriously. ‘Yes.’ ‘Right,’ he said and looked back down at his drawing. I didn’t know what to do or what to say. I knew I was blushing deeply and I felt I had made a huge fool of myself. I walked away and sat down at my keyboard. I forced myself to start work on my assignment, a hotel-wide fire risk assessment for an imaginary hotel based in a seventeenth century listed building. Progress was slow but I stuck to my task, almost not daring to look round and see Peter looking my way or, in my mind, talking. .. Well, okay, that's not entirely truthful either. I would, if it weren't for Amy, but I am NOT going to try to steal him away from her. No way! For one thing, she's so kind and so nice. Who in their right mind would ever want to hurt her? And it's not like he'd ever want me over her in a million years in the first place ... Oh God. Listen to me! I sound so pathetic. One minute I'm pissed off and the next minute I'm wallowing - you must think I'm totally schizo."She sighed, then recovered.. ”“Why did you rush it?”“To try to get some of the Christmas market.”“Okay.”“We got it out in time to pick up some Christmas sales. We shipped 67 of the old game and 600 of the new game.”“That’s great,” Benny said.“We are charging two dollars for shipping and handling. That really just covers your costs. It’s being shipped TipWare, just like your last programs.”“That’s fine.”“So far we’ve gotten over $4,000 in tips on your newest game already.”“What? How can that be? You said you shipped out 600.