Then she looked at my hand. Uh oh. The wedding ring. I should have known. A beautiful girl, half my age, alone in the car, and now comes the questi...n. Sure enough, she says, "Isn't that a wedding band?" Busted. "Yes", I said. "It is." She asked about my marriage and I told her the truth. I wasn't happy and hadn't been for a long time. The circumstances were too many to enumerate, but the real issue was did she have a problem with it. She sat and thought for what seemed like forever. I glided some gloss on mylips - as little as possible and then put a hint of pink eyeshadow onand lightly flicked the mascara wand across my eyelashes. I was tryingto do the bare minimum; just enough of the makeup to satisfy Emily butnot so much that anyone would notice. I looked at the clock. No time towait. I picked up the white makeup bag and put my gloss, eyeshadow,mascara, and little round compact in it. I stepped into the sandals.The heels were very low and, at a glance, they looked. “Yes, Hark I hear the cannons roar” confirms the agent. “I love it” says the actor “When’s the audition?” “Wednesday” says the agent.Wednesday comes and the actor arrives at the audition. He marches on stage and shouts: “Hark I hear the cannons roar!” “Brilliant” says the director “You’ve got the job. Be here 9 o’clock tomorrow evening”.The actor is so ecstatic he got the job that he leaves and heads straight to his favourite pub and goes on a major bender. One thing leads to another and next. As if I cared about heaven. Her approach however was so unorthodox that it annoyed me in a good way."Hey, do you have some Hot & Spicy in there?" I asked as I plopped down next to her.She grinned widely, "Yups, got the dinner plate for you. Sorry, they ran out of chicken popcorn and I've finished the cheesy wedges"."I think I'll live," I said as I took the box from her."Lydia! Where's my soft drink?"We spent the afternoon eating the lunch she brought up there. She was right, having an open air.