Who knows, maybe the drug pushing punk he had arrested today would end up being Alex’s case. Though they both were often busy, they still managed t... meet together everyday, Monday through Thursday, for an hour or so after work. They would sit on Alex’s porch, and talk, while drinking ice cold lemonade, made by Alex’s wife, Cheryl, and playing a game of chess, which eight times out of ten Alex would win, though Steven sometimes though rarely surprised him. On Fridays, which was Poker night,. All learned to thrive, mixing the old traditions and the new, synthesizing a way of life that worked for them. Finally, perhaps as usual, a song, U2's Walk On, captured his feelings better than anything he could have said."Home.Hard to know where it is if you've never had one.Home.I can't say where it is, but I know I'm going Home.That's where the heart is.And I know it aches,And your heart, it breaks,And you can only take so much.Walk on..."Tony halted at that point, realizing the next lines,. We have so much going for us. I could make him a home and be there for him. I knew I could. Our life, our home, our love together would be so beautiful. I could taste it! I wanted our life together, more than anything I've ever wanted in my life.Sipping my coffee, I chuckled in thought, "I kissed a frog, and he truly did turn into a prince." Who ever she was, the woman who divorced him was a stupid fool. He was everything any woman, especially me, could ever want in a man."Excuse me, are you. “We're here, sir.” The car stopped. Wendy looked out the window and saw where they were and how everyone else was dressed as they entered or stood outside, milling around and greeting old friends.“I can't go in there dressed like this!” she said, pulling the door closed as it opened. She looked at Evan desperately. “I just want two eggo-muffin sandwiches and a big cup of coffee. Look at me!”Evan smiled and reached over, opening the door again. “This is going to be fun! Think about how.