"But you promised that we'd have the eveningalone together, just the three of us," I said indicating to Sam's babybump. Sam looked glum. "I know babe....I'm sorry," she said. "A couple ofthe guys were talking about the game tonight and one thing lead toanother," Sam explained shrugging her shoulders.I was hurt. Sam had promised that when she got home from work that wewould spend the evening together so that I could get a chance to talk tothe baby. "But you promised" I said sniffling a little and. After all, I had watched her routine at least twelve times by now. I left good neighbor Bunny to her strip tease and returned to my painting."Doing what again?" Bill asked, as if he didn't know. I guess he thought I would forget he had watched Bunny's routine at least twelve times by now, too. Standing right next to me, no less. My paintbrush hit the wall with a wet splat followed by the shush-shushing of my up and down strokes."You know. Shimmying up and down the tether ball pole. I swear, one. He wanted to see that young girl with out her form fitting uniform on, her red hair let loose from the tight pony tail she always had it in whenever he came into the store. He would always take any extra time he had to to just be able to not have to be rushed through his transaction when it came to be his turn with her at the counter. Tonight when he walked into the store he saw her leaning over the counter seeming to be really focused on the news paper in front of her. Being the only customer. There's no way I want to go back to that." What about counseling?" I asked."Won't work," she said. "Counseling is only good when both parties believe there's a chance to save the relationship and are willing to work at it. I'm not." I'm just asking the questions the way any lawyer would," I replied."And I appreciate it," she smiled, flipping all of that dark hair out of her eyes. "Most people act like we're some kind of oddities." Okay, we're going to have to go over your financials and decide.