"I sobered. "But I'm damn glad I didn't." I stuck out my hand. "Thanks Jack. I'll see you tomorrow."I strolled back to the pub, whistling."You seem mi...ghty cheerful," Mary greeted me."Oh, aye. Jack won't have the car fixed till tomorrow." I thought you'd want to get away." Now, why would I want that?" I grinned and goosed her."Paul MacInnes, you mind them wandering hands," she exclaimed, but she stepped into my arms and kissed me deeply."I do really have to go." I answered her unspoken. Mom respects that and doesn’t tempt him. In Los Angeles he’d certainly look on the chubbier side, but amongst ‘normal’ people here in Georgia, he looks fine.)He took a drink of water from his glass. “Mike, did you hear about the More MARTA Atlanta proposal?”(If you don’t know, MARTA is the Metropolitan Atlanta Rapid Transit Authority. Runs the public transportation system.)“No, I don’t believe I did.”“Hard to imagine, but they’ve actually come up with something that sounds almost workable.. I should have helped set the table, but I made up for it by being the first to offer my girl ... my friend a chair.Mrs. Tremayne remarked, sitting down, “You will never guess what Melissa Newman saw out her back window a few days ago?”“Oh!” I said, nervously, “What was it, Mom?”“You and your best friend, kissing ... on the lips!”BUSTED!“It’s OK, son,” Stephen said. “Nobody stays friends for nine years. You don’t have to hide from either of us. We understand.”I breathed deeply, maybe for the. I asked my inner voice, and it told me to ask Abigail, so I did. She was curled up comfortably in the back seat reading one of my reference books on early cinema and she smiled and opened the book to a page that she'd marked, showing an old art deco movie theater somewhere in rural Texas."This one!" She said excitedly. "We need to go here, to this theater ... it's very important. Something tells me that we have to go there or something important will go very terribly wrong!"What better answer.