They had come back with some fantastic tales to tell of their adventures. Lynn’s brother got his leg broken when he was kicked by his horse (acciden...ally of course) while putting the horse back in his stable. Ann’s grandfather went to the hospital the day after Christmas with severe chest pains. Ann said it was found that he had just eaten way too much of all the day's rich food.Kathy had broken up with her boyfriend on New Year’s Day after all the partying they had done New Year's Eve. My. If they would I'm sure a recording of our house last night would turn them back to whatever hell world they evolved on post haste. Then they'd never show their ugly faces again! Lest we torture them with more recordings of babies screaming.We even slipped the babies into the sleep-trainer and took them by the med-tubes at the community med-center to see if there was anything wrong with them. Gas was the diagnosis. The med-tube added a nanite to their system to see if it could manage that issue. Who was impressed with my Yankees tickets. “Expensive,” was the operative word.We lost the Thursday game; ‘we’ being the Royals and me. Clint wasn’t too overt in cheering on his beloved Bronx Bombers. Sandy Seaver didn’t pitch.Friday was rained out, but Clint and I were able to entertain ourselves. We had lunch at the Grand Central Oyster Bar, one of my favorites from my John Jay days. I’m still impressed by those vaulted ceilings with those magnificent Guastavino tiles.We sat at the counter. Sara was not very good at facing things and would talk about anything other than what she needed to unburden herself with. ‘I just need to get away and have a holiday on my own.’ Sara was beginning to master her emotions. ‘Is there a problem between you and Tom?’ ‘No! No nothing like that. I just need to be on my own that’s all.’ ‘What is it you are trying to escape from? Is there something at work?’ ‘Its me. Not anyone else. Or at least… Do you believe in hypnosis?’ ‘You asked me that.