" What are you going to do with all of that money?" Spend it." On what?" On helping all of us have a better life." That won't take all the money." You...re right, and I don't know what else I will do with it. But I am sure there will be suggestions from the rest of the clan." We arrived at the ice-cream parlor and each got some. It was a hot afternoon and the ice-cream really hit the spot. I pulled the information about the therapist out from my wallet and asked Harry if he knew how to get to her. She very most definitely wanted the dinner date, but she had arrived at the restaurant nearly a full hour early and made a good head start at the bar. Her bar tab, which was already impressive, somehow now magically appeared onto my dinner check. I paid it, very grudgingly.She then suggested that we move back to the bar for a few more drinks; I agreed, but I clearly used the phrase 'separate tabs' to the bartender. My cunning and conniving alcoholic partner didn't seem to notice so I reminded. But only because I pre-programmed her number in. It won't go out to the phone book and start looking up people named Molly for me. No, no — there's something we're not seeing here." I'm sorry, Rick," she said morosely. "I wish I had paid better attention. I just wanted to get out."I stepped forward and took her hands in mine. "That's not at all what I meant, Lauren, and it isn't your fault at all. You did fine. We just have to play this out and see what develops."She returned my stare and I. Cindy and I found that we usually had more fun at the gay bars because of the great music, friendly people, and more laid back attitudes. As I sipped my beer I found myself in a conversation with Gloria and Michelle, a real sweet lesbian couple next to me. I lost track of time as we chatted until Gloria stopped mid-sentence while looking over my shoulder at the door. Michelle saw her gaze and looked as well."Damn, I ain't even mad. I would give you a pass for either one of those." Michelle said.