Next year, you, me, separate places, but in the same direction? Good grief, you’re rubbing off on me.”Jacob placed his fingertip on my nose. “Yo... want to have the ‘What are we doing? Where are we going?’ conversation? Because I came prepared this time. Arguments locked and loaded.”“When we had the official Meet the Parents dinners last month for Thanksgiving--”“Even though we’ve already known each other’s parents for years,” he acknowledged.“It felt right. Perfectly imperfect.”“Next. "Now tell me," Wolfgang insisted gently after the small show had finished, putting his hand behind Eva to touch the small of her back."The old man," Eva said quietly, "just before ... he killed himself ... told me that you had been to see my mother..." she looked at Wolfgang, " ... many times. Is it true?" Eva..." he narrowed his eyes."At first I thought he was merely playing a game," she explained. "He wanted to separate us, that much seemed obvious, but ... Is it true?" He sent me there,". .. and last night you thought I was your mom when I covered you up and snuggled against you."She was looking up at me, and she must have misread my face, because she blushed and kept talking. "I mean, that's cool if you are. This bed's a lot more comfortable than the sofa bed anyway, and if you guys don't have a problem with sleeping in the same bed, then it's nobody else's business."All the tension evaporated as relief washed over me. She actually meant SLEEP when she said 'sleep together.'. " Frank explained. "Even though it was purelyscientific, some of the guys on the floor thought we were fooling around." Is that why you needed a new roommate?" Gary asked."No, actually she died in a car wreck while we went home over theChristmas holiday. The car skidded on a patch of ice and crashed. I just gotmy casts off and it cost her life. Though she's still with me in sorts thanksto my experiment." "What do you mean?" "Thought you'd never ask," Frank said as he walked into a phone booth.