<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br/><br/><br/>We wander a few blocks to where the 'businesses' thin out a bit and the street vista begins to show a few restaurants and assorted 'eateries'.   We find a little sidewalk café and get a table.<br/><br/>A handsome waiter, college student no doubt, delivers our menus and takes our drink orders.<br/><br/>“So what are your desires tomorrow for Hallahan’s? What are you going to wear and do we have to go home from work to change and what time do you wish to arrive. You can be late and blame me for dawdling after you make your grand entrance. What would you like me to wear? Oh, and if by some really remote chance Uncle Joel shows up, I will handle him. We Dawson girls have our ways and he’s well aware of them.”<br/><br/><em>"Well the gang will be dressed from work....skirts etc for the women, the guys will have jackets but the ties will be off.  Im good with tossing on a pair of heels with our jeans, but if you want to dress up a bit more, we can swing home and change.  Darlene said they'd all be there around 5....and Im sure it will be over by 7 at the latest.  These things tend to move quickly....a couple of rounds and then everyone heads home....work for everyone the next day, you know?"</em><br/><br/>Our drinks arrive....heavy on the flavor, light on the alcohol....<br/><br/><em>"If Joel shows up.....I doubt it....Can I at least give him a big going away kiss ?</em>"  I laugh....<em>."No, no....he's all yours.  If he does show up, it will mean no one there is aware of his new situation."</em><br/><br/><em>"I'll give Darlene her gift as alone as I can manage.  I think the girls from the admin staff will be there, not sure how many of my old 'guy friends' will have the nerve to show up?.....Im good with however it all plays out....."</em><br/><br/>I look at her....<em>"I have my future ahead of me.....that's far more important."</em><br/>