I did notice that Carver was following my lead and doing the same thing."Jon, I would suggest doing this with Sally, but I'm afraid it would just make... her drunk all over again. I think the dry toast will work better than the hair of the dog for her."Since I had never heard this phrase, I had to have him explain it to me. After he did, I realized we had almost the same saying in French, but it meant something entirely different."Jon, can I ask you a question without it sounding like I was. She frowned, as if that was a stupid question, and a flame of annoyance flashed within me. ‘Good, but there’s still several issues needing correction,’ she said, tilting her head. ‘I think you should allow them more responsibility.’This was good. Her tone was still chilly, but at least she’s stringing more than three words together. ‘Really? Well, I’d be happy to discuss more, but, I’ve got a lot of work to do too. Is there another time when we could mull this over lunch? Maybe tomorrow?’She. Too many men won't clean up because it's 'women's work'and too many women don't expect their men to clean up for the samereasons. They want their men to be 'manly' and everything, good AND badthat goes with it. It's all so Draconian, so wrong. We might as well goback to living in caves." That's all very well, and believe me, I agree entirely," I said, "butthat doesn't address the issue of clothes, and, well, you know, theother thing..." I could feel myself going red again but this time. She was good at that sort of thing. Joyce made a lunch of hummus and pita with assorted sprouts, rabbit food if you ask me, but I was getting used to it and I really wasn't thinking much about food at the moment. She also said she would pack some fruit and asked if bananas and strawberries would work. I told her they would be fine. Joyce looked hot in her short skirt and T-shirt when we arrived at the park. It was still early and it was an overcast day, so there was no one around. We passed a.