My marriage had gotten stale after our daughter, Diane or Di had gone off to college. It became obvious to my husband and me that we were living toget...er more like roommates than lovers. We had grown apart concentrating on our careers while making money to put Di through college.We'd both been very successful in that endeavor. Since she was gone, we really didn't do anything together. We tried counseling, but that just made it more obvious we were friends, not lovers.The divorce was amicable,. They made small talk walking the aisles, Eddie pushing the cart, and Sara tossing in items. Eddie was starting to like this girl, and she seemed receptive to his flirtatious comments. “Do you like broccoli?” Sara asked.“Sara, I was born and raised on a farm in the country, we ate whatever momma put in front of us. I eat everything.”Sara smiled, “Oh, you do, do you? And you’re a farm boy too?” Eddie blushed, then went on talking about growing up on the farm, baling hay, cutting corn, raising. You can say you got my letter, but my imaginary friend in my head would say that anyway, wouldn't she?" Oh, I guess you're right. Say, what time is it there?" Ten past four." Makes total sense. It's ten past seven here. Time zones." Hard to imagine it could work any other way." (If it was real! Damn it! I have to wait for a letter to come. It's not going to come. I'm crazy... )"What thoughts of mine have you gotten?"(Oh, get lost.) But Lisa sensed in his mind a dim shadow of her naked in school. As resident college freshmen, they would be awayfrom home and on their own for the first time. They were both excitedand frightened by the new challenges college would offer. They were alsofearful of the idea of being totally on their own. Though they were verygood high school students, Joan and Bill had promised to help andsupport each other at college if either needed it.Within a week after the start of their college classes, both Joan andBill realized they needed that help. Bill was strong.