”“Thanks. Have you seen Skip?”“Where else? He’s in the kitchen, eating. He must have a tape worm!”Skip is at one of the tables, devouring ... massive plate of spaghetti and meatballs, and slopping up the sauce with fresh buns coated with an inch of butter.“Were you starved as a kid, Skip? Do you have your name engraved on that chair?”“Have you been told, today?”“Fortunately no, not yet; but I’m sure you will correct that, shortly.”Between mouthfuls Skip gives me the international salute: one. That was the end of the situation. So,I thought and wrong. J didn’t say he was turned down. Guys will always talk. Especially when there b*****rs. We went back to California. We were back to our usual ruting. My b*****r wouldtake us to get dropped off. This night was different J wanted to accompany us. My wife and I had talked about swapping. Between J and his girlfriend and us. He mentioned it to him. I could tell he wasn’t up for it. The look on his face, he had something up his sleeve. He. Grace had twisted her ankle badly. I asked if I could help her and she said that she didn’t think she could put any weight on the injured ankle. Remembering some rudimentary first aid I took my top off and dipped it in the river, and then wrapped it round the ankle. I said I would help her back to her place and with her leaning heavily on my shoulder we slowly made our way back along the path. The closer we got to her cottage the more heavily she leaned until her body was pressed to mine. Since. How much longer before I get out?" It shouldn't be much longer. You can get up and get dressed."Jack looked at me and said, "Where are my clothes, dear?"I suddenly worried. "We moved your pants and all here from ICU. I don't know where your shirt might be."Mack said, "I know. We cut it off. The police took it. I have a shirt in my locker. I'll get it." He left with Gretchen.I grinned. "I don't think she plans to let him loose. I've never seen her like that before. I like it though."They were.