I pushed my trolley past Liz without looking at her, hoping she didn't recognise me.I watched Liz from a distance as she went through the checkout and...headed out the door, at which point the young stepped up to her and asked Liz to escort him back into the shop. The look of horror on Liz's face was a sight to behold, and brought a smile to my face at the thought of her forthcoming fall from grace. Unfortunately it would also wreck the reputation of Tim as well, as there were people in our. She asked me in a very matter-of-fact way, “But darling, aren’t you worried where this will head? That Jason and I might fall in love? That I might leave you for him?”I didn’t answer immediately. Claire and I just carried on looking deeply into each others’ eyes. And then I cleared my throat and spoke to this woman who was the love of my life. “Yes, honey. A small part of me is frightened that you’ll leave me for Jason. But I don’t think it will happen. Seeing the two of you together this. His fraternity had thrown yet another party. Were always throwing a party. The brothers were nothing if not consistent. And he’d sat there in the smoky room watching all those people. Like he was watching a movie. He’d watched the college kids and he’d watched the townies. They were dancing he’d decided. Not dancing, but dancing: an interaction, a way of relating. He’d sat there with his beer in one hand and his cigarette in the other. Whatever he’d taken from Joel earlier in the night had left. When the most important ones are off-limits, they decide it's not worth talking about anything."That rebuke silenced him again. Once again, she broke the silence. "How was your sex life? Before Mary came here, I mean."He was about to respond angrily, but she had sat upright and was looking at him with her most demanding stare. "Th... that's a private matter." OK. Sometimes it's good to talk with someone. I'm not Dr. Waxman, but I'm good listener. Maybe it will help if I talk about my sex life.