Life is too short to have people dislike each other. Is it too late to patch things up between us?"Martina was at a loss for words. Tearfully she held... her arms out to me, weeping. We embraced. I felt a love for her at that moment. I cried too. Here we were making spectacles of ourselves in public but I didn't care. I made a new friend and as I tell this to you in my middle-age, we are still good friends and call each other often. I told her that I could get her a job at the lab doing what I did. ”“Melissa is copying that model,” Jennifer said. “And customer satisfaction has gone up. Dante used to skimp on that, from what I can tell.”“Dante skimped on anything which didn’t immediately put money directly in Dante’s pocket,” I replied.“What about Spurgeon?” Josie asked.“We are ‘high touch’,” Stephanie replied. “The last thing you want is voicemail or to be on hold when you need your broker. That’s why the traders and brokers have assistants and secretaries, and work in teams of two to. But I’m deadly serious. Becky, Melanie. Everything.”I wasn’t going to survive. I knew it. I was glad I was seeing Doctor Mercer in the morning. When we finished eating, Jennifer left and I went back to work. The afternoon went too fast, mostly because I didn’t want it to.The girls arrived at 4:00pm as promised.“I talked to Pete,” Melanie said, sounding sad. “I told him. He was really upset. I don’t know what he’s going to do. He’s going to call me tomorrow.”“Well, he didn’t break up with you,. I played and kissed them for about 15 minutes then told her I really needed to go but if she was willing I would visit her again, she agreed.About a month later I made the trip to her house but this time she had company, Kathy. She was a single girl about ten years younger than me. All three of us chatted then I left.As time passed Kathy and I traded more and more emails, then we met for lunch. After lunch we went to the ocean where we sat on the rocks, watched the waves and talked for over.