..”Marcie laughed. “I did that once. But with foods that ended with ‘oni.’ Like, ‘Rice-a-roni, bologna, spumoni, calzone. But, there wasn’... a bet involved. My sorority was just full of bulimics.”He laughed. “I never realized how funny you can be, Marcie.”“Thank you, better late than never.”“And pretty.”“Wow, is that you or the Mojitos talking?”They exchanged a meaningful look, and while the music and conversations blared around them the room appeared to grow silent to Marcie. She cleared her. She insisted on speaking it at least one day a week at home but also when visiting with her grandfather and Veronika. Yes, Robert Rosenzweig and Veronika Langner had decided that 49 years of separation had been more than enough. In no time at all, Veronika liquidated all her assets back in Germany and returned to Bethesda with two suitcases and a teller check representing her lifetime savings. I admired her for the courage it took to burn all the bridges to follow her heart.Their wedding in. And hurry up, I needmy sleep." I could tell that she enjoyed this firstphase of my humiliation.I went into the bath and did my best to clean up andbrush the tastes from my mouth. When I emerged fromthe bathroom, the lights were off. The street lightsrevealed the naked outline of my wife. She had puther high heels back on to emphasize our differences. She came to me and hugged me to her, my face snuggledto her breasts."My poor little Kurt, it's been a tough night for him. Don't worry, it. But dammit, what if he can?Absently, he washed his hands, rinsed his percolator, then added coffee and water before placing it on the cook fire.After frying a pile of thin-sliced potatoes mixed with chunks of deer jerky, he fried up about a pound of bacon. Divvying the food, he put Lobo's out, then sat to eat, his mind worrying at the memories of what he and the wolf had done together.We fight as a team. His actions have always seemed to be just the thing I needed at that exact moment. We.