But would you like to set down so we aren’t the entertainment?” I finished with a grin showing her that I was trying to lighten the moment. “Let...them stare,” Mariana whispered as she gave me another kiss, this time on the cheek, “Let’s set, have you eaten?” I offered Mariana my hand as she seated herself in the booth and then sat opposite her in my original spot. “No, I ordered this Coke, do you want a menu, what are you wanting to eat?” “Well I shouldn’t eat much because I want to take you to. It's taking everything I've got (and those few drinks) to not turn around and go home and make up an excuse. I sit in the car for a while trying to find the will to go knock on your door. I'm so scared you won't like me as much in person. Ok so I feel like an idiot sitting out here like this so I go up to the door and ring the bell. When you answer the door, you're wearing basketball shorts and a t-shirt, totally casual. You smile at me with such a cute/sexy grin I can't help but smile a. I just hope everyone is ready.”“I’m sure looking forward to it, and it doesn’t look like anyone left.”“Let’s hope.”I understood about thirty seconds into the second act. The piece wasn’t from a script. It was the last four thousand plus words of Ulysses.Rio and I had read Joyce’s Ulysses for Literary Criticism and Critical Reading classes, looking at all the critical analyses of the piece from 1904 to the present. The last episode of Ulysses is a soliloquy by Molly Bloom, Leopold’s. Tom’s companions Hoot Pidgeon, Freddy Kleinschmidt, Petey Harms, Mutt Hayes, and Chigger Jones immediately joined in: ‘. . .everything she owns I bought her/ everything she owns. . .’ A group of six teenaged girls across the pool giggled at the old men’s chorus. Only Hoot had any sense of pitch, two were singing an octave lower and the other two in random disharmony. Amanda paddled back and forth in front of them, beaming at the attention from her daddy and her uncles by adoption. ‘Ya know,.