I'll come round and pick you up.''Oh James, I was hoping you would say that. Would you have time for the evening meal we promised?" Yes. I'll book som...where. Tell me what you don't like, and I will avoid that." I'm happy with anything, except I am not too sure about Indian." That's fine. I'll get a booking made, and pick you up in about an hour. Ok?" That's lovely, James. And thank you."I booked a table for two at an Italian restaurant. It was a good one, about four miles out of town. I quickly. Rebecca spotted no one in the back yard, hiding, or otherwise. Jesus, were those snowflakes?“Amy?” she yelled, now really alarmed. Amy was her closest friend, her BFF with a vengeance, whom Rebecca had accompanied to the party. With only the vaguest notion where she was in relation to her house on Wiltshire Boulevard, how would she get home? Was this snow for real? How deep would it get?Swaying awkwardly down the hall, Rebecca reentered the living room with a fresh eye, observing more abandoned. He showed us around and soon had Dawn looking quite relaxed. She was doing this first session using backing tracks, no live musicians for her to worry about.Her first number was a song by Alison Krauss, ‘When you say nothing at all’. It was good but I have to say that it’s not one of my favourites. They had her do a couple of more slow songs, then I suggested she should do something more uptempo.I knew she loved the Juice Newton version of ‘Queen of hearts’, the same song that Dave Edmunds had. Hidden partially behind a taller student, Ron could see Molly from the waist up. She was wearing a simple red t-shirt with a local pizza place's logo on it. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, and her brow was furrowed as she squinted between the board and her laptop, jotting down notes.Ron looked away and continued his lecture. As he recited the same speech about American development he'd given at this point every semester, his mind drifted to his last encounter with Molly..