"You don't have a boyfriend, do you?"She blushed and endeared herself to me even further."No, why?" I'd like to be yours." Why do you say that?" Becau...e, I'm rapidly getting really crazy for you."She laughed. "You don't know me." I do. We've done our share of talking when we're not talking about your writing assignments. I know what movies you like and what you like to eat and even what veggies you hate."She laughed again. "I'm such a blabbermouth!" Hardly, You know me too. And you're tolerant. We stayed at our beloved Sheraton hotel downtown. In the evening at the bar, we met two guys from England who came in with their sailing yacht after a stormy crossing through the Bay of Biscay.My husband, as a former navy officer and deep-sea sailor, got into conversation with them. We were asked if we could be of help to sail their yacht to Gibraltar, because one of them had to fly back to London for urgent business meetings and it was impossible to sail a 20m yacht with one hand.We were. Aluminum is the least expensive. I can make you one if you want."I told the man, "Make us one. We can use it in the conference room and in the closing rooms when we have wheelchair bound customers."The man asked, "Don't you want to know how much it costs?"With a smile, I told him, "I'm sure your price will be fair and it is a great product."Ken said, "You know, you could design a carrier for the device that could be attached to the back of a standard wheelchair so it would be portable. That and. Logan could see their frozen faces. All eyes were closed. Whether in death or dreams, he could not say.Moonlight? Logan blinked and looked up. Sure enough, the light of the day was suddenly gone. The full moon hung low and large in a field of unknown stars that hung like diamonds in a black velvet sky.As he stepped in for a closer look at the shining scenery, the frozen grass beneath his foot cracked. Another step. Another pop of broken ice. Looking back at his footprint, he saw ice falling.