<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Chloe Dawson<br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>…  our dinner is wonderful … a bit of this and a few of those and not too much … Sammie brilliance too to keep our taste buds thrilled without too much alcohol … we walk with arms around each other back the few blocks to my car …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Oh Kimmie! Thank you! You’ll never know how scared I was about today! Scared I guessed wrong about you, about that Kevin! Thank you so much!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… we walk down the sidewalk … I rein in my thoughts about our life together to contain our life for the next few days … we have so much to do! … and so little time with each other except for snuggling …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… we reach where the vale holds our car and call for it … in the Audi, I start back off the North End … still light …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“So let’s go to your place and load up your suit cases and boxes for and fill up the car? Grab as much as we can for you tonight? Get the rest tomorrow?”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>…  already turning toward her place … though alternatives if she  chooses not …</em></span></span><br/>