“I don’t know. To eat dinner?” I suggested.“Why?” she asked again.“Surely you get hungry now and then.”“I don’t know. This is kind o...f sudden,” she said.“You think so? I guess we have only known each other for two years.”She studied me some more.“I have a little boy,” she said.“I know. His name is Chris,” I replied. “He draws pictures that you put up in your room.”“You’ve been in my room?” Her eyebrows went up.“I confess I looked through the window in the door a couple of times,” I said. “I. "Ah?" said the voice. "Your wife says otherwise. Then again, the manner in which I framed the question to her might encourage her to say thus."Jesus Christ. What had he done?He was still talking:"If you are not Jack Heyward it is ... unfortunate. However, the misfortune will not be mine alone. I have great interest in the welfare of the wife and child of Jack Heyward. I have none in that of the wife and child of Jackson Carstairs, and fear they may meet with ... misadventure. Does this alter. I just stood there and started to stutter, "What are yo..."She jumped in and said, "Wanna see what you bought?" with a huge smile on her face. I just stood there, frozen, unsure what to say. Her lips turned pouty, "So do you like them?" Still not knowing what to say, so I just stood there. She took a step towards me, forcefully grabbed my hands and put them on her chest and said, "How do they feel?" I finally started getting my voice back and said stupidly, "They feel soft." She rolled her eyes. You’re gonna KILL me...”“You didn’t like that?”“OhgodCarl...”“You liked it.”I pulled his glistening face to mine, welded my lips to his. “Please tell me YOU liked it...”“Heaven exists down there. Yes, but ‘like’ is hardly an adequate word.”“Carl ... never ... whole new world.” I guess that not mentioning Chu at this point was a tactful choice. Okay, Soon Yi. Chu never happened. That short bit of personal history was NOT a marriage and what happened was NOT lovemaking, so I will go to my grave.