On Friday morning, she told me that she was going to meet him at a parking lot, leave her car and that she’d call me after he dropped her off at her... car. I told her that, unfortunately, I wouldn’t be home until after 8:00 and asked what time she was leaving, because I had hoped to see her before she left.“Oh Baby” she said, “I’ll already be gone. He and I are meeting at 7:30.”Oh” I said, being disappointed, “Well have fun, please be careful and call me the minute that he drops you off at your,. .. but I think I should get going now. I loved the cake, by the way," she said, and turned to leave. "But, you didn't have the cake," said the bride."Oh, but I did," she said, and left them on that cryptic note. The bride and the groom sat in silence, swallowing down the last bits of their respective cake, having fed the bulk to each other playfully, turning green, and not with envy.All of the guests failed to notice the telltale sloppy hole in the cake that told the true story; that Vicki had. Maria practically chased this girl down and dragged her to the bar we chose earlier. Her name was Carolyn Chloe, CC for short. She was an art student at the Academy of Art University in San Francisco. She was in Half Moon Bay looking for a gallery to exhibit and sell her art. Earlier in the day we had decided if we met a friend that we would go to a bar to get better acquainted. When we suggested that to CC, she jumped at the chance. We had a drink and CC showed us her portfolio. She painted. Thistle is, I think, about 90' long, so her "hull speed", her theoretical maximum is about 13knots. Eirene's is about 8.4knots. The digression is because Jenni was fascinated by Thistle, and I might have pursued her. As it was, I had to make a choice. There was no point heading for the Deben; I wasn't going to cross the bar (the shallow area at the mouth of the estuary) until the half-flood, which would be about 8pm. We could put in to the "halfpenny pier" (or, if you like, the "ha'penny pier").