Did this man say he was spending the weekend with her? Caila gave him a smile. She said,<br/><br/>“Well, I haven’t really been happy in my marriage for a few years now, so I guess this day was my wake up. I never could get the courage up to leave him. Maybe I should look at it as my awakening?”<br/><br/>Caila found herself doubting every moment of her life as she thought over the years. She took a sip of her ale and looked at her hand in John’s before looking up at him.<br/><br/>“Predestination… they talk about that in church. They also talk about free will too. So if one is predestined to take this path in life, but at some point one’s free will has them take another path along the way, was that change of path predestined? The original path would by nature of it not being taken, not predestined any longer…. I’m sorry, I’m babbling philosophical. I will try to think no more of him, that is until Sunday night.”<br/><br/>She pondered John’s words, and it seemed that he was interested in her a lot. She wasn’t sure about spending the night with him, let alone the weekend, but it made her feel good inside to hear him say that.<br/><br/>“I do thank you for your nice words even though you hardly know me, nor I you. Let us stay here and you can introduce me to your friends and we can have shots, and let us see where things go this night. Shall we go over and sit with them?”<br/><br/>Caila freed her hand from his and patted the back of his hand as she slid off the bar stool. She leaned to John and said,<br/><br/>“Maybe later we go somewhere else?”