Continuing to trudge up the steps, I could see where this would be a severe journey for many to make. It’s been a good half a candle mark since I ki...led the wolf, and the pathway showed no signs of ending. We passed a couple of goats wandering on the mountain, though, which was a good sign. From out of the darkness ahead, I saw a single torch light. It was a man, standing in front of another small shrine. I asked him what he was doing.“I like to spend time up here. Walk the Steps, meditate on. In the winter it is even better, because if women wear a skirt, they have to wear nylons with them. For a heel/nylon guy, this is the one redeeming quality of winters around here. While everyone else puts their sexy shoes away, my wife wears them out of necessity since she hates the other alternatives.My wife picked a particularly awesome outfit one day. She had on a black jacket with a blue blouse, a thin patterned skirt that went to about her knees, nude colored nylons, and black riding boots. “I was teasing her about Collen.”“And I was teasing her about Mark,” Bethany said. Her color deepened from pink to red as she added some cut fruit to her plate.“Isn’t Mark a little old for you?” Mom asked with a mock serious expression.“I guess I’ll take Mason if I have to,” I teased back with an exasperated sigh. Bethany shot me an odd look, but I just bit a pear slice and winked to reassure her.“So what are y’all going to do today?” Mom asked.“Dunno. Hang out. I gotta do some laundry, but. “Hey you two” boomed his very deep and authoritative voice, “Were you serious about Brunch… or should I just join you both back in bed?”We both shot up in bed and looked at each other and then at the clock. It was 10:00 am! He must have used his garage opener and let himself into the house.“One Minute!” my wife yelled out.We flew out of bed, rubbing our eyes and acting like teenagers who had overslept for school.“I look terrible!” my wife yelled, “Will you please go tell him that I’ll be right.