We talked some more. Get acquainted more. She was now married, her husband was in merchant navy. No kids yet. Throughout the conversation, I cracked s...me jokes, making her laugh. I could see something burning in her eyes. Me, I wasn’t that old skinny boy, now.I was with a well built athletic body. I knew she was checking me out. I then asked her about her husband and her family. Her family had moved abroad, she has always traveled. Then as the day was even getting better when we started to. All that did matter was that he wasn't selling any of it.Paul opened his tiny refrigerator for the third time. And for the third time, there wasn't much in it that sounded appetizing to eat, let alone still being edible even if it did."I really need to do some shopping," he thought dejectedly. "But not now. Now, I think I'll treat myself to a burger."Grabbing his sketch pad as he never went anywhere with out it, Paul headed down the street to a local diner that was one of his favorite places to. No one around the office talked about Fisher’s absence. They avoided my eyes when I passed them. No one new moved into Lydia’s desk. I did my work, finishing early. A couple times, one of the managers from upstairs caught up with me and told me what a good job I was doing. I smiled and thanked him. His eyes crawled over me, searching for something. I kept out of the company’s files, keeping my head low. Fisher finally came in to work on Thursday. He walked gingerly, as if he would keel over at. As we talked about the possibilities, Barb's phone rang and it was Jan. I had a feeling that the call might last awhile so I took my coffee out to the sun porch off of the kitchen to watch the birds in the fruit tree. When I finished the coffee, I could still see Barb was talking to her so I sat there wondering if Jen was having second thoughts about seeing us today.About twenty later, Barb called me back into the apartment to tell me about the conversation."Jen wants to change the original.