We did go out a third time. We met at a fairly fancy Chinese restaurant. She in her dark gray Jeep Grand Cherokee, me in my black Acura. We dined a...t the Chinese restaurant and then went to a nearby bar with a Country theme. Some of her girlfriends were there and this was her chance to see how well I interacted with her friends. Despite the difference in our ages (they were 29-30 like M.) I hit it off very well with all of her friends. Her friends left; M. told me that they all really had. I'd have said fucked up ... but until they were fixed ... I wasn't doing any of that.So ... my nemesis was back.The floor nurses ... in their infinite wisdom ... had kept me informed of every emesis, Foley catheter collection bag change, and sponge bath while she was recovering in Neuro-ICU ... just down the hall. We had the same last name ... I just had to be interested ... they said.So ... for the two weeks Wendy was in Neuro ... my face was being pieced and stitched back together ... a. I said that's a pretty name, she said, that's what it means, Pretty.You've got lovely hair, she said and I blushed, no one ever told me that before.She looked me over and said how do you want it cut?I said, just trim it up and shape it in the back, I like it left full.She said do you want me to cut it longer?Longer, I said, thinking I was joking, how can you cut it longer than it is?She smiled and said, I think you would look so nice with long hair, I'd be willing to try.Go ahead then, I. And then they stopped laughing when they heard a loud crash. Running to the parlor, they found pieces of a shattered vase on the floor. Looking at each other in confusion, Mrs. Smither shrugged and was about to get a broom and dustpan when they heard a door slam on the second floor. Mr. Smither retrieved his shotgun, cracked it open and inserted two new shells, then snapped it shut. Stuffing extra cartridges into his pocket, the two hobbled up the stairs. Mr. Smither kept a finger on the.