I was back in charge of myself again, thanks to some mysterious mental manipulations by Grandpa Harley.That thought came later though. The first thing...I realized was that I was locked on something, or rather we were locked on something. No slippery-slidey evasion, no fading in and out or around. We were locked on a molecule of something."Good! Good!" Bud was screaming in my ear. "That's it! You've got it"I felt Harley's eagerness just behind and beside mine. I felt the question in him just as I. I quickly got up, threw some kindling and small logs on the embers, and brought it back to life. The dry fir crackled, throwing off a scent like piñon.I turned back towards Margot, and found her stretched out on the rug in front of the fire. She was turning the half-full wine glass slowly in her hands, watching me. I joined her on the floor, and we talked. For hours. About everything.Around 2 a.m., she simply fell asleep in the middle of a sentence, exhausted from the long day at the restaurant. I told her it wasn't a problem and to tell me what happened. Corina said after I left she went and saw the letter and then looked in the bag to see what was in it. Then she said she sat down and read my letter twice to understand it completely. I asked her if what I wrote bothered her and she said it didn't bother her a bit. She said actually she got excited by it and smiled. Then she said she didn't know if she could do it and thought hard about it while she took a bath and fixed herself up.. The way she smiled I felt she liked it. But I controlled myself and started a topic which is quite similar to the event that happened just before. I asked her whether she got any alliance for her marriage.She was a bit worried and said nothing is going right for her. She wanted to have enjoyed so many things by now but because she is still single, she is unable to enjoy it. I innocently asked her as to why not she could enjoy the same when she is single.She smiled and said as you are an adult.