"Hello?"Hi, welcome to town." Her voice sent a thrill through me, and my skin tingled like the night I had read her note in the skybox bathroom."Just ...ondering if you'd like to get together, maybe do a little shopping, have a drink while the guys do their thing." Umm... that would be great, sure." What was I to say, "no"? Like I had other plans in this city, where I knew no one? The wolf was staring from the foot of a nearby hill."I'll pick you up. What time do you want to get together?"When,. ----------------------------*****----------------------------Lucy is getting changed in her room when Mommy?s shout comes through the wall, the little moppet planning a peaceful night alone with her book, a pleasure mostly denied since she made her terrible mistake. Because she was finally ready to forgive herself, her Friday night had begun with the treat of a small square of bubble-gum that she?d been saving for a special moment. And with the fantasy of a little home-alone pajama party in her. Most of the books were "standard" text editions. There were at least four copies of Middlemarch and several of Jane Eyre. Novels or books about novels. But there was a truly handsome three-volume Evelina -- London, 1783, I noted -- in full leather with gilt edging to boards and gilt decoration to spines. And some seventeenth-century pamphlets and Sheridan plays in what looked like first editions. They must have cost a pretty penny. As had that Burton.There was also a four-drawer filing cabinet. Everyone was outside, seeing Emilio and his boys off as they headed home. From all the smiling and hugging, it must have been a successful visit. I waited off to the side and waved to Emilio as he pulled his wagon out of the yard.As Emilio headed out onto the road, Anna walked over to where Melosa and I were standing.“So, Charro, you came to visit after all.”I hopped down out of the saddle and kissed her hand.“Your beauty draws me as the sweet honeysuckle draws the hummingbird.”Anna actually.