From what I gathered, it was what Dag contributed to the weekly dinners. When I passed the center, looking for a parking space, I could see people ins...ide playing games and sitting in front of a TV. I was sure the Seahawks were playing. Or maybe they were out of season and it was someone else. I should pay more attention.I parked but couldn’t get out of the car. I was terrified of going into the center by myself. These people had all been so warm and welcoming to me at Thanksgiving, but I was. "Now be a dear and get changed, won't you? I'll watch yourluggage." I'm not going to get changed!" Nick gasped, blushing. "Aunt Gretta,that's...that's a dress!" And what did you think you would be wearing?" Aunt Gretta asked coldly."Of course it's a dress. Have you really forgotten all those lovelysummers we shared, just me and Milly and pretty little Nicole?" Nick wentbeet-red at the mention of 'Nicole', a moniker he had hoped was behindhim forever!"N-no," Nick stammered. "But I'm a. .”“No buts,” Mrs. R said in a clearly peeved tone.“Okay,” I replied and looked at my girlfriend, who looked like she was about to cry. “Lynette, I don’t understand how you remembered what happened today, but, uh, it appears that our ‘friends‘ want your mother to know what is going on with me, with us.”“Maybe she can help us figure it out,” Lynette added as she rubbed her eyes with her right knuckles.“Figure what out? You two have my head spinning and I haven’t had a drop of wine ... yet,” Mrs.. Angela drove the other motor home while Melissa and Mark sat huddled together. Angela was troubled. Mark went back to the bedroom and took a nap with his clothes still on.Later, Melissa came back and joined him. Fully clothed, they slept in each other's arms. Mark awoke when they stopped for fuel again. It took a moment to clear his head. Then he stumbled out and began to man a pump. It was barely sunrise and the sky had a reddish pink glow in the east.Hank came over to Mark. "I feel something.