We shake for a moment too long before she breaks the awkward moment.“So, how can I help you Cici? Perhaps I can take you out for some dinner and the...n get you home?”“That’d be great… ummmm… Julia” “Wonderful. It’s been too long since I’ve had such a young and attractive dining companion. There is a great Indian place between here and my flat that we can walk to.”As she gathers her things, I realize that she doesn’t ask if I like Indian food, which I do, nor does she ask if her plan will work for. The Gibson house appeared to have weathered the years well, but the backyard was knee deep in grass, weeds and a few tree saplings. Clark drove the car several times back and forth in front of the door to the workshop to flatten the overgrowth.As soon as Blizzard jumped from the car, he was all over the place sniffing and pissing on pretty much everything that wasn’t moving, happy to leave his calling card.This time, Clark took his time studying the solar energy system for the workshop. It was. The music director was on the organ, as usual, playing a nice prelude by Bach as the crowd got settled. The morning sun was filtering through the stained glass, painting patches of color on the wooden pews.In spite of the music and the setting I was nervous, of course. Pastor Bill had assigned the first reading to me, and I reviewed it as it was printed in the program. He wanted me to say a little something about The Program after my reading, too, so I'd made some notes about that, too.The. Cathy was light as a feather and seemed to anticipate my every move on the floor. Fortunately, the band was a good old-fashioned polka band. We danced a lot.I have not been into dancing to rock, or country since I was in high school. I sat out many of the dances, and for the most part, Cathy was either in the next chair, or talking to her cousin, or with a bunch of girls having a committee meeting in the girl’s restroom. If someone came over and asked her to dance Cathy would say that they.