She held her phone up in front of her, the screen hidden from my view, ignoring me and almost acting like nothing had been going on moments before.I w...nted to ask what was going on, but something told me to be patient, so I was.She put the phone down, face down and then reached over to the plastic bag. Handing me the empty plastic bag she smiled the same mischievous and nervous smile as she said "Today is about you".Not understanding I opened the bag and found it wasn't empty after all. Inside. Watch that one, Terry – it’s heavy.” She had bought several cans of soup, and some tomatoes and the rest of the ingredients for marinara sauce, and the store bagger had put all of the cans in one bag. “I forgot you were gonna have to rent a car,” said George. “We have to do something about that.” “If I can get the pick up licensed and running, she can use my Jeep.” “What year is that?” asked Isolde. “I remember trucks looking like that when I was a kid.” “It’s a 1956,” Terry replied. “I got it. It started out as just Chad. Then Chad graduated and got a job in another city. He introduced me to Tony, another dancer he worked with, and then Tony moved and I met Gary. Chad moved back to town and I dated both Gary and Chad for a while and then Tony moved back and it just keeps changing. Right now I'm seeing Chad, Harry, Rudy and Glenn, but Harry is supposed to be moving to Dallas this week. I don't see them all at once, I just take turns dating them. That way I avoid any emotional. “Lieutenant? This is Sergeant Rhodes, commanding Golf-six. We’re short a gunner getting off the boat. Any idea where they’re at?”“Hang tight, Sergeant,” the Lieutenant replied. “They’re en route.”“Hang tight?” Ben muttered to himself after closing the line, gazing around at his barren surroundings. “Where the hell would I go?”He rapped his knuckles on the Timberwolf’s hull, the little Valbaran popping out again like a scaly gopher.“Gunner’s on the way,” he said, which seemed to put her more at.