She didn’t confront me, but rather stood beside me picking through the avocados as if we didn’t know each other. ‘Arland, listen carefully. Can ...you be ready to leave next week?’ What the hell was going on? How did she know my name and what was I getting ready for? In a desperate effort to maintain my self-composure I replied with confidence. ‘Yes.’ ‘Good. Park your truck in the loading area behind the market and meet me here, in the produce section at 9 AM. Any questions?’ I was caught totally. Today’s news wasn’t really ‘news’ at all. That was okay by me. A slow news day meant less strife to report in the world. There were stories about preparations for the Pope’s Easter mass, the vernal equinox, which would occur at precisely 10:21 a.m. (local time) tomorrow, and during which eggs may or may not stand up on end, and tomorrow’s full moon, the ‘Sugar Moon,’ or ‘Sap Moon,’ according to Native American tribes up here in the northern tier of states, when trees arise from the dead and. I love you both, and as long as you respect each other, I'm happy for you." They hugged like daddies and daughters. It was beautiful, and Mrs. Bell stood and joined the hug, whispering something softly into Colleen's ear that made her start to cry.Mr. Bell extricated himself and clapped me on the shoulder, saying, "So what's the plan, son? Are we done here? Is it time to call back the jet people and go home? Because, I have to tell you, I thought it was cold in Branson, but this is insane. I. So she wondered if you'd be willing to go on a double-date, you know, me and Heather, you and Holly." I almost laughed. I'm a little old for double-dating. But Craig and I had always been close. So I decided it might be fun to tag along and check out his dating style, not to mention his girlfriend. And, okay, the idea of spending an evening with Holly Hightower had its appeal. That's why I agreed. Which proves, I guess, that sometimes it's better to be lucky than good. On Saturday, Craig.