He met her, dressed in casual black turtleneck and olive trousers. "Good evening Miss Cane. You look more fetching than you did earlier today. Not ...erfect yet, but better."She ignored the discourtesy. Who was he that he thought he could speak to her that way? She let it pass and sat down.He shook his head. "You don't have time to sit, my dear. Dinner is waiting for you to prepare. The kitchen is that way." He pointed down a candle-lit hallway to the far recess of the townhouse.She. Robert still didn't get it. "And what are sanitary napkins?" he asked, staring into one of the stalls."I don't know," Chris said. "Very clean ones?" Any further remarks were cut off when they heard the outer door open. Robert peeked out of the inner door."It's a teacher! Hide!" he whispered loud enough for his friends to hear.They each chose a stall, and locked themselves inside just before they would have been discovered. They waited a few minutes before the teacher finally left, then let out. How is your resort?" I asked."We have ten cabins ready to go. I am going to have an open house next week. See if some of our friends would like to tour. We even put a notice on the web about the place. There seems to be lots of interest, but you know how that is. We won't know for sure till we have their money," he said."Well I wish us both luck," I said lifting my orange juice for a toast."We should have stayed with it as a team," he said."Hell Jeremy, we both have to be in charge," I. The plane was light, there were only a few people on it, late flights into Nashville always seemed light to me. I sat down and got comfortable in my seat and watched you sit a few rows in front of me. After a few minutes you hit your call button and the flight attendant came over to talk to you. I reached down to grab my ipad out of my bag and I see your shoes standing in front of me. ‘Do you mind if I sit with you during the flight?’ you asked, ‘the flight attendant said it was okay.’ I.