If I have to prove it, I will. Who wants to make a fucking bet that my husband can shoot 3 loads in a row, without going soft? Come on, who wants to p...t their money where there mouth is? $500 bucks each, and when I prove you wrong you all owe me a big apology." I think she pretty much figured that taking this tone, and acting so confident would prove to them she was not lying and that would end it. But it didn't. They all took her up on her bet. She came downstairs, approached me and burst into. And that she was reluctant to leave. “I’ll tell you what Jackie, my friend Suzy can stick around if she wants?” I looked at Suzy. There wasn’t fear or astonishment on her face. She was glaring at Mary and was quite obviously not happy.“I think it would be an excellent idea to stick around,” Suzy said, gritting her teeth.I started to think about hiding places at that point, cover, and concealment as it’s known in the military. Nurse Farnsworth said, “Ok, Mr. Reynolds. But if you have a problem. Suddenly I heard a knock at the door. I peeked through the peep hole, and smiled broadly. There was Tom, dressed in a crisp white dress shirt and chinos, shifting nervously. ‘Hello, Tom.’ I nearly mewed. There was a knowing tone to my voice that I wasn’t expecting. ‘Hi, Ms. M.’ Tom walked past me, the cologne hitting me like a ton of bricks. Well, at last he tried to doll up for me. We sat down at the table, just as we had the night before, and I poured him a glass of lemonade. ‘How are you. Time as well, stood still. Mid fall, snowflakes hovered motionless, trembling as gravity tugged pointlessly at time. Again her hands fluttered, reframing the question, and again the answer came. “Yes and yes and yes and yes.” Joy measured her steps as she bounded across the checkerboard field, the ice cracking beneath her feet until she stepped upon the black queen’s square and was swallowed up, the echo of the broken ice lingering on the air as the snowflakes resumed their journey. o-O-o Make.