She seems into him, so I’m assuming he treats her betterthan he treated me. So how do you know him? He recognized me as you." I don’t know a "Bran...on." I replied. "Are you sure he recognized you?" He even said we’ve met." I don’t know. I’d have to see him. Unless - and this is going to soundcrazy - unless he saw through my face and saw you as Victor and not asme..." That would imply that he might be responsible for the wish." I don’t know. Maybe that’s an avenue we need to explore." Maybe," he. "First names from now on, right?" Why not?" Stan Wilson coolly answered, pulling boxes from tiers."You're a shop keeper and I'm an author," Jay said, his choice of titles mortifying Beth. "... Or maybe you didn't know that," her husband grinningly went on as their neighbor returned to seat himself on the stool. "Did you?" I... ah... never gave it much thought, to tell you the truth," the wavy haired, handsome man almost icily replied, taking the shoe from its box."I understand. You got your. "Well, no actually," I said. Just then my mom popped in and saw the dazzling beauty that I'd told her so much about."Mom, this is Sandra," I said, by way of introduction."Hi missus Dorne," said Sandy. "Nice to meet you." And, it's nice to meet you," said my mom. A few polite words later mom made herself scarce. Did I happen to mention that I had the greatest mom in the world? Well, I do.I got us a couple of Mountain Dews, and we seated ourselves at the dinette table."Okay," I said, "It's. I always wear a bra around people. Shit, and its cold. Its only a matter of time. Shit. You want some grits? He didnt say anything sexual. Nothing at all. Or maybe&hellip, could grits be sexual? Sure. I hated grits. They were bland with no flavor. I was a cereal girl. Liked the sugar in the morning. He made me a bowl and we ate in silence. I choked it down and all I could think about was the irony of nearly throwing up on grits and finally sucking and liking it. So Im going to shower and.