He's my lawyer, I guess."I stepped forward and offered my hand. "Pleased to meet you," I said in the time-honored tradition. She shook my hand firmly,...looking at me closely as she did. Her eyes were slate-gray, and she had soft chestnut hair cut short. She was in good shape and the lines around her eyes put her somewhere on my side of thirty. She was wearing a summer dress that showed a tan and lithe body, and carrying a small shopping bag."Charmed," she replied dryly. "I gather I have you to. I helped her home works untill 11 p.m and starts watching televison nad beside i was asking for her boy friend and Vivian replied she got one before and single for to months and i asked u heard everything i did for ur Mum and she said yes Uncle and she also said u brings my Mum happy as she was singdle for many years since she divorced.Than i told Vivian it is little late u better got to sleep in ur room and i will sleep in ur Mum room and she went to her room, i took the wine and went to sleep. Until....."They were all gorgeous, college boys. Clean cut, preppy, tall and all athletic. They were today's menu." Michelle and her friends made the normal approach and, as is usual, in short order they were wining up the k**s, 4 new couples at a large table. "I met Emil, the only black guy in the group. I'm thinking like, shit, I got the black one. And I start looking for a way out, hoping one of my friends will take interest. Maybe rearrange our seating. I an not taking this one home." Then. And, of course, the company was superb. Thinking back, it’s hard to believe that, prior to that evening, Zara and I had only really exchanged a handful of words — and about half of those had been with Zara in not-inconsiderable pain, her swelling ankle elevated on one of my kitchen chairs and surrounded with my homemade ice packs. And yet, from the moment that we sat down at our table in the corner of the restaurant, we were chatting like old friends. Well … almost. Was I surprised that Zara.