Lana stopped short.  His questions never ending, she gave her husband a sweet smile.  “This?  I’ve had this forever, don’t you remember?  Not something I often wear.  I guess maybe I’m trying to fit in with the twenty-somethings, you know?”  Her smile disappearing, she left her bottom lip pout slightly, pulling for some sympathy from him as she made herself seem insecure.<br/><br/>Reaching down, grabbing her stilettos, she said, “Get a shower, babe, I’m going to go downstairs and heat up some leftovers for you before I leave, ok?”  Blowing him a kiss, she left the bedroom, heading downstairs and into the kitchen.<br/><br/>Dropping her shoes onto the floor, she checked her cell again.  Nothing.  Lana was beginning to get frustrated, then worried.<em>Maybe he didn’t want to see me again</em>.  Shaking that thought from her head, she went to the fridge, pulling out the leftover lasagna and placing it into the oven, setting the temperature and time.  Having a seat at the table, she held her cell phone, willing it to ping like a high school girl.<br/><br/>She heard Chris finally stirring upstairs.  Perhaps she’d end up staying home after all.