Fifteen minutes later he was showered and shaved, and they were sitting at their table overlooking Darling Harbour. No sunshine today, an unrelenting ...ass of grey in the sky moving slowly landward from the Pacific. -So my silly drunken man, you ready to tell me about your day, and evening? -You know it was pretty busy love. Three newspaper interviews, two radio slots, and of course the dinner and TV show in the evening… He related the details over an unhurried breakfast. Including the drunken. To my surprise, she replied back immediately. Then I asked what was the problem and why she didn’t reply me back. She just tried to ignore it by bluffing that she had loads of work.Then I asked how my massage was. She said she is so relaxed the entire day and thanked me for providing such an amazing massage and would like to have another sooner. This time, I decided not to extend the date as she could change her mind any time and asked how about tomorrow, for which she said come anytime after 9. Did it really matter who she was seeing behind his back? His thoughts were now, how do I win her back. He had won her love once before, could he again?He picked up the phone and ordered a dozen long stemmed yellow roses, her favorite, sent to her office and another dozen to their home, to be delivered within the hour. He looked at his watch and knew she would be in the staff meeting at that moment and left the message on her phone mail,"Hi darling... I know I have been too damned occupied with. Let’s be close-by to the garden.” We set up shop and by the time night was set, we had sleeping quarters and room. I sat on the hammock, and said, “How long will the garden take?”“Well, since the soil is rich and untouched, and the humidity is perfect, two, most three weeks. I know, it seems a long time, but the wait is rewarding.” She said, with a grin. I laughed, and said, “Talented and Beautiful. Is there anything you can’t do?”“No. I’m awesome.” She laughed.I pulled the tarp over our stuff.