“The brown blouse.” I sat on her bed of unmade sheets, surrounded by her militia of clothing. Of the choices, the chiffon blouse bled with silk un...erneath seemed the least threatening of them all. It was two sizes too small for Becky’s bust, meaning it fit mine perfectly. “And the black jeans.”Her understanding ended there. “You would think an art major would have better style than a bland pair of jeans.” Regardless of the disagreement shining through her hazel gaze, she relented, tossing the. I headed west on Fredericks and then it changed to Glenn as we crossed from Opelika into Auburn. We stopped at Acre, another great place though not specializing in Cajun. We had great meals with a glass of wine each.We were almost finished eating, when an older couple entered the restaurant. They said something to the hostess. She thought a moment and came to our table. She said, "I'm sorry to bother you. Aren't you driving the fancy old car?" I nodded. "The couple who just came in asked about. " Don't teach her any more words," I added to Hailey as an afterthought."If I got an intercom, would you use it?" Mom asked, setting a pot on the dining room table."Nope, yelling is more fun. Efficient too," I said, handing the phone to my sister.Mom shook her head and retreated to the kitchen."I take it your cousin did well on her history final?" Dad asked from behind his paper."Yep," I said with a smile he couldn't see. "Ninety-four. We figured she needed at least a high sixty to a low. She and the kid tenor who was doing the Emperor seemed to be a lot more interested in whatever it was they were up to—one free guess!—in her dressing room. Suited me fine.Meantime Asmedogh and I settled into kind of an easy routine, like an old married couple. We actually talked only occasionally; everything important that needed to be said between us had been said on Wednesday, and we had little to add. Remembering his comment about being "young" at age thirty, I did think to ask him how long.