"How did you-?" I stopped and cleared my parched throat, pointing at the fender, which now bore his hand print."What?" His eyes were glowing a golden ...rown."How did you do that? You were over by the doors and then-" No, I wasn't," he interrupted. "I was right beside you." No, you weren't. I saw you standing with the rest of your family by the doors because Morgan yelled and-" I stopped as he started shaking his head. "Yes, you were!" You landed pretty hard, maybe even hit your head," he told me. "Bob smiled. "I can think of worse women to be tied up with," he said. "You clean up pretty good when there's a dance on."To his astonishment, not to mention that of the other patrons in the dining room, she stepped around the table, leaned down and kissed him soundly on the lips. Then, without another word, her long-legged stride took her out the door before anybody could react.Bob got up from his coffee and wandered back home. It had been bad enough missing Millie. Boots had now reminded him. Or at least access to information on it.But how was I supposed to choose? As if in response to the unspokenthought, a blinking cursor appeared at the bottom of the otherwise blackscreen.I stared at it for a moment, then hesitantly typed "What do you mean?"The response was instantaneous. "Choose. We can send a montage of allthose horrible scenes you've been viewing to your lovely wife, Alicia. Andyour mother, Mrs Rigoni. Together with these clips, of course."This time the clips that rolled. At a room door, Eric waved a hand, and as he and Agneta moved inside, he called, "Good night, you two, see you at breakfast."Mike, just a little stunned, heard Greta chuckle behind him, and he turned towards her smiling face. "Don’t look surprised, Mike. They've been partners for near two years.” For a second Mike wondered if he had misread something in the glance she had given him then.Unexpected thoughts were tumbling into his head, and they weren't given long to simmer as Greta stopped just.