" Yeah, Diana." Call me before the two of you leave the farm. That weatherman said 'significant' snow of at least a foot with blizzard-like conditions...." I've driven mountain roads all my life, Di..." I don't give a shit. The weather people say that the whole northwestern US is going to have record lows and lots of snow for this time of year. You call me before you leave. I worry." I'll call, Diana," Dave said, this time seriously. " Bye."Fred turned into the parking lot of the new "old" Cracker. Dirty. Crying. She was a filthy mess. She held her hands up to me and when I picked her up, she wrapped her arms around my neck, and hardly let go for years. The story behind my finding Robin and the result of that discovery follows.My first concern was to make sure she was OK. She seemed in fairly good shape, but she was scared. Very, very afraid.“Honey, what’s your name?”“Robin.”I handed her a bottle of water out of the cooler. She drank most of it. “Slow down, child. Robin, are you. ” I heard a throat clear. My big brown eyes sprung open and I saw his hand extended towards me, over the empty aisle seat, my drink in his very soft looking, but large hand. (And you know what they say about the size of a man’s hand.) I could feel my cheeks blushing bright red through the sprinkle of freckles on my cheeks. “Oh yes, thank you.” I sputtered out. “My name is Tim. Please don’t hesitate to buzz me if you need anything… anything at all.” He quirked that dimpled smile once more and. “No it’s not! It’s not wrong for me to like you, or for you to like me. I don’t care how old you are. We saved each other’s lives. That has to mean something!”“But you said it yourself. She likes me too.” He frowned. “Why do I suddenly feel like I’m in junior high school again?”“I’m not that young!” said Jennifer, on the brink of tears.“No, it’s not you,” he said, reaching for her. “Believe it or not, I don’t think of you as a lot younger than I am. I know you’re younger, but I don’t think of.