He studied her photo for a moment, handed me the picture back. Took the Pappy and sipped it.“Let’s move to a booth and visit,” he said.“I don�...��t see...” he broke in on me.“I said let’s move to a booth,” he repeated. “It isn’t a request, mister.” He spoke with the self-assured confidence of a man that orders men about for a living. “Give us the bottle and put it on his tab,” he told the bartender. Joe handed him the bottle, not looking to me for permission.This man familiarity with having his way. But I can’t think what it was.”He began weeping, with his head buried in his hands. Kathy was conflicted. She knew her husband and her best friend were now enjoying making love next door in her house, though it wasn’t exclusively her house any more, and that her friend Paul was undergoing terrible agonies and a crisis of faith that were none of his fault and not of his making.She suddenly decided to sit beside him and cuddle him to her to try to give him whatever limited comfort she could. It. Then he put my legs into the holes he had dug and covered them over. The sand was cool and moist, and actually felt good on me.He then dug out large trenches to my sides and put my arms in them, covering them as well. Finally he reached playfully under me and scooped out a little sand, but not that much. He then started covering my torso, but he did it more lightly, so that there was only a thin covering.Next he piled sand under my head so that I had a pillow, raising my head enough so that I. ’ I put my head in my hands. ‘But you married me, anyway?’ ‘Babe, let’s get one thing straight. I love you, I have from the very start and still do. I love you despite, or rather because of the things you do. I couldn’t wish for anyone better than you.’ I stared at her, could I believe what she was saying? ‘What do you want me to do?’ She smiled, ‘Nothing you don’t want to do.’ ‘Do you want me to give it up?’ I asked, fearing the answer. ‘I already said, I don’t want you to do anything you.