I went into stammer mode instantly.After she took my order, she patiently listened while Benny explained the complicated changes he wanted made to his... Writing it all down, she said, "we can handle this, no problem." I was very impressed with her calm, cool demeanor.About a minute afterwards, Benny asked me, "why couldn't you just order your meal without stuttering?" You know very well why," I responded.For just a split-second, his eyes seemed to glance at something behind me. Then he looked. My ex pulled me closer giving his roommate more room to sit on the other side of me. Still under his own blankets he gets closer to me to keep warm. Then being the spontaneous outspoken person I am, saying what usually pops into my head at uncomfortable times, I say “look an Oreo sandwich”. I blush as I realize what I just said. I did not know his roommate that well, so was not sure if he would take offense. My ex laughs and his roommate, also, it seems, quick witted, says the first thing. No need to hoard it. I could not count the number of times I had made this trip for I visited her grave every day. I tried to pick up flowers when I could, usually three times a week, maybe four on a good week. I loved to come here. It was the only place I felt at peace. Her grave was graced with a tall statue of an angel holding a child. Etched into the marble under the angel’s bare feet were the words :Christina Marie EverestMay 7th, 1998 - August 15th, 2001Beloved baby girl whose life. .. and concubines...”“So you’re ... sort of a polyamorous ... monogamist ... no, that doesn’t work...”Otter laughed.“Don’t worry your pretty head about it, Doctor, it’s my situation to define, not yours. It’s just that friendly fucking is a lovely thing, but I’m sworn to their service. That means they’re the true targets of my affections. If they’re not, something’s wrong and I need to fix it.“Tell your husband. Or don’t, although I’d advise you do. What we are is all we are, and all we’ll ever.