"I have a lady I think you'd like to meet," she offered. "Carlie, she's a lawyer and a tax expert. She's never been married, a little younger than you... sharp as a tack. I think you'd hit it off." Tammie," I said, "I don't want to be set up." Just meet her at some public spot. Make small talk. Take her to dinner, like, Johnny Carino's or something. See what you think," she said."I assume," I said, "you've got it all arranged?" Four-ish, Saturday afternoon, behind the Pavilion at the Westerly.. So we can again enjoy all the life and wonder we had created here. Tonight will be a start, but I want you to figure out how to pull me the rest of the way back. And, Joe … soon, love. I want it to be soon. Please, help me?”“Yes, my wife, my love. Tonight will be our first step back. And I already have an idea about the rest.”With one hand he throws off the top sheet covering them. Pulling her on top of him, he envelops her in his arms, hugging her, stroking her back lightly, kissing her,. "Hey," she said with a smile."Hey," I replied back. "Where's Chris?" He went to go do something with our Dad. You can still come inside though," she replied, and let me inside.I sat on the couch and she turned on the TV to a movie channel, where it was playing Spider-Man 2. She sat down on the couch a few inches away from me, but was mostly on her phone. Probably on Snapchat, I thought to myself. I watched the movie for a few minutes until I felt Kennedy start to get closer to me, to the point. "I watched you on the field, Azzi. You plotted out where the ball should go, you anticipated what others would do, and when things went awry, you had no difficulty shifting your game plan. Data smarts are only one type of intelligence; you've got what it takes to be a trail master." I knew that." Azzi responded tucking his fears back behind his bravado. "Tell me about Adilah, speaking of sly dogs." There isn't much to tell, Azzi," Yakhir shrugged. "Her dad beat her so hard that she has spent.