<strong>Jim texts, sleeps, texts again</strong><br/><br/>Jim was just climbing into bed when his phone buzzed again, confident it was Bree this time he picked it up.  Once again it was Ali.  This time with a rather long text.  Jim considered and wrote back, "Ali, you're not horrible.  Made a big mistake, yes, horrible, no.  I do believe you love Bree.  I know reconciliation will be tough.  It will also tell me what kind of person you can be."<br/><br/>Done with that, he turned off his phone.  He hated being woken up in the middle of the night.  If there was an emergency, there was the house line.  Eight hours later, Jim woke.  He would have slept longer, but the neighbors were mowing their lawn and it was past 9am.  So he no reason to be mad at them.  He rose, did his morning routine and turned his phone back on.<br/><br/>No messages.  That could be good or bad.  At any rate, Jim figured he could spend some quality time catching up on some message boards and fine-tuning his latest project.  First, though, coffee...<br/><br/>Three hours later, Jim re-emerged from his workshop and realized he had a text from Bree.  Dinner.  He texted back, "Black tie?"