"FreeholdThe morning offered a welcome respite from the rain. It was a Friday, Waylon noted absently. The day used to mean that he'd have a weekend to... look forward to. He decided it was a good thing that the calendar meant so little to him.The morning meeting after breakfast was short. Arman reported that the work crew had met and exceeded his schedule. He dropped a less than subtle hint that a bonus might be in order."Anything else?" Waylon asked."Three of the nylon rain covers for the utility. . I wasn't here for your store," I started, by way of explanation. "I was getting a little exercise and stopped for a moment. Sorry." Not a problem." What kind of store is this, anyway?" I was curious. We certainly weren't in the best part of town, and certainly not in an area that got much traffic."Ah... I run an adult shop," he answered. "Sorry. I thought you knew. Forget I mentioned it." Nonsense. I'm an adult. I know about places like these." I hated sounding so naive, but I had to admit. Self-promoting and advertising was a lot of my work these days. When I took over for my dad, I had thought crafting wines was the biggest part of my job - how naïve.I had lunch at the Back Street Café. As usual, the crab cake and eggs with citrus beurre blanc was wonderful. The café was bustling with people, loud with the shouts of cooks in the kitchen and the clatter of plates. I found my thoughts wandering, thinking of the lady in blue. Eating here with her - sipping wine - laughing together.. ‘Tina,’ Angela asked, ‘Don’t you think that, after the schtuping she just got from Stanley, Sarah may not want to go back to Biff?’ ‘I’m counting on it, Mom,’ said Tina with a smirk. ‘That’s not your decision to make, young lady,’ Angela said sternly. ‘Mom,’ said Tina defensively, ‘He treats her like crap. She deserves better.’ ‘That’s still not your decision to make, Tina,’ Angela shot back, ‘She has to figure that out for herself.’ ‘So how is it going to hurt,’ said Tina, ‘to give her some.