"Where's home?" I asked her."UtahI'mNOTaMormon," her sentence came out as one word."Right. Have any plans when you get there?" I nodded at her comment... It sounded like a phrase that she often said."Not ... maybe get a job? Save up," Trish seemed to be thinking out loud as she spoke. It was obvious that what had happened had caught her totally by surprise."And then, go back to college?" I offered, trying to help her."Yeah ... yeah, definitely," Trish nodded. "And next time, no more boyfriends.. " Everything all right?" I don't know, this isn't really doing it for me." No problem. Not really up my alley either." Let me try taking it another direction. Un-watermelon. I've been a bad girl. Officer ... " ending in a quizzical look as if to ask my (fake) name."Uhhhh ... Long. Sergeant Richard Long, Fairview PD." Well, officer ... Dick ... Long ... if that is your real name ... I've been a bad girl. You'd better haul me in." Have you committed a crime, ma'am?" Officer, I've been having. After about three beers I could tell Matt was feeling pretty good. Tami wanted to do something else so I came up with the go-to game, “Quarters”. Bounce a quarter into a glass to make other people drink. We moved to the coffee table and went over what our rules would be. If you made it in three times you got to make a new rule. If you missed in three consecutive turns, you had to do what the last person to make it told you to do. Everyone agreed and I started the game. I made my first three. She sat still on the sofa, just looking at the most amazing man ever. Why ever had she said and done those things?"He's a good-for-nothing, worthless turd! He sits pottering with that garden or in that hut with his gizmos... he can never get anything to work right, anyway." Sorry, Linda. I'm late."That had been a lie. Misha was always early; it was in her top five rules for success. She was happy to get away from Linda and remembered muttering under her breath through clenched teeth as she.