" But judgement might involve death." Or jail time." Right. What if we run?" That's really not practical from a realistic standpoint." We can't just d...o nothing!" We're not. Since this is probably our final day together, we're going to spend it as best we can." By doing what?" Well, we already fucked, and I'm certain that broke down all kinds of barriers." Meaning what exactly?" We have a conversation. Get to know each other better." I think we already know all there is to know about each other. He was even more determined to have this out with Rebecca whenthey got home.They returned home together. Scott had handed back the pinafore and mobcap to Jane, who thanked him and said she would make sure they are cleanand ready for him next Saturday. When they got into the house, Rebeccatold him to put the kettle on and make them a drink. "I really think weneed to sit down and calmly assess your behaviour today, Scott," shesaid "it can't carry on like this." Scott grasped this seeming offer. Phil's always hungry after a home game," she exclaimed, falling silent when she realized she'd just imparted far more information than she intended to convey.If the delicatessen was in Redding, and the home game was at Redding, how did the cold cuts wind up in our refrigerator unless... ?"Did you go to the game, Mom?" I never miss a home game." Did your team win, Dad?" Phyllis asked.It took him five minutes to explain why Redding had lost the game, seventeen to six. At one point, he became so. By the time the drinks arrived, Vic paying for the round, they exchanged stories. Robyn was between jobs, between careers, having discovered she didn't enjoy elementary teaching like she thought she would. But she wasn't sure what to do next. Jim could see she was a free spirit, an artistic spirit."I bet you have a hobby important to you," he said. She nodded her head and smiled. "So maybe you could turn that into some job." I like to draw and paint," said Robyn in her medium high and throaty.