"don't want to talk about it." but he hugs me tighter to his chest.I feel warmth and love flowing out of him. Even if he is disappointed that I wont t...alk about my fears he will at least try to sooth them. I hug him tighter still."There are many things I can not begin to say, to myself much less to you Saul." I say softly into his chest. "this is a help, though, but I can think of other thing that are even more comforting."Saul gives a me a gentle kiss on my forehead and then slowly moves down. I have some ideas to help you."As he sat down, prepared to fill out the survey, she filled the kitchentable with magazines.Fashion, hair, fitness, and health were topics he never read about untiltoday. His idea of looking at these magazines was to check out the hotchicks in bikinis. She instructed him to use post-its for things he liked,so she could see them and to fill out the survey after reading them."Make sure you are very detailed, please," she said. "Now stand up, and bestill."Surprising. She could think of no reason to postpone the inevitable… or even why she should want to, really. She raised her eyes to his, about to assent… and then she noticed that look again, that slightly mocking expression that told her he knew everything she was thinking. And for some reason this gave her hope, though she had no idea why--or even for what. So she met his expression with a bold look of her own and, remembering the way he had made her speak in the store, said very clearly, “Yes. I want my. By the time he was thirty, Phil had had his 1.6 children and his divorce. He was tired of being a statistic so he became a hermit.He lived on the second floor of a three family unit, converted from its original one family structure.He learned to enjoy the verbal show put on by a succession of tennants. First was the newlyweds who screwed like rabbits and she was a moaner. It reminded him of the movie: Porky's!As soon as they could, they bought a house and the next tennant was a single female,.