<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br/>Chloe takes care of the animals....cage by cage...row by row.   I had no idea she had monkeys too!  How interesting!<br/><br/>She exits and comes to where I was watching.  She begins to devour her "breakfast".  I smirk.   I had no idea this little girl could become so ravenous!<br/><br/>“So think about where we go when I'm done. Maybe 10:30 or 11:00? A little bar maybe? North end? Pats don't play til tomorrow and the college bars will be full of sports fans for whatever goes on when helmets clash on a Saturday. Besides, I need to get away from campus.”<br/><br/>As she eats, she offers up another good idea....<br/><br/>“Maybe on the harbor? Quiet where we can talk and make goo goo eyes at each other.” #Giggle<br/><br/><em>"That sounds nice" </em>I say....and then as if to anticipate my next concern, Chloe suggests:<br/><br/>“Go back by my place and then yours to, um, to dress up a little bit more? I need to wash off lab smells anyway. So think about that while I clean cages. Half hour if the monkey's cooperate, 45 minutes if they don't.”<br/><br/>Back in she goes and begins more work with her animals....The monkeys seem a bit cantankerous.  Uncooperative as a minimum level of behavior.  Perhaps my presence is upsetting??  I move away from the window and sit down, out of their view.<br/><br/>“And now you know the drudgery of critter maintenance. Days when I have to take data are worse. Monday is huge, about ten hours to do everything that needs doing.”<br/><br/>With the daily task completed, Chloe and I head out of the lab and back-track through the building and into the parking garage.  She seems relieved to have taken care of it.  I know there was one episode when a lab assistant didnt feed the animals with near catastrophic results.  Some animals died, but enough survived so that the study could go on.  It was a very, very close call and nearly wiped out several years of research.<br/><br/>We pull out into traffic and begin the short ride back to her condo.<br/><br/>“So have you decided how dressed up we need to be for late lunch and drinks on the harbor?”<br/><br/>I turn my head to her with a huge grin.<em>"Are you deferring to ME for fashion??   I'm surprised, and flattered Miss Dawson!"</em><br/><br/><em>"I was thinking something like a light cotton dress, a thin sweater in case its cool at the waterfront, sunglasses of course...heels, sandals or flip flops....footwear selection is very optional....kind of classy-casual, if you get my drift?"</em><br/>