I decided that soldiering could wait especially since Howe wasn't doing anything threatening.At first it was mainly odd jobs in the house, mending fur...niture and patching rotted boards and such, but then we went to the outbuildings and got down to some more serious sawing and building. I measured twice and cut once as I had been taught and missed few opportunities to chat up the women. Jean was the wife, a full-bodied, dark-haired hussy only about five feet high, and Georgia was the slim. Can I order for you, Dani?"She looked up at me and said, "Whatever you want, Jamie!" She squeezed my hand as I ordered, and then we took our number and our drinks to an empty table.After setting down our drinks, she asked for my hands. I thought she was going to read my palm or something silly – all she wanted to do was hold my hands. The way she was looking at me terrified me."Did you recently break up with someone?" I asked."Why ... do you ask?" she said separating one hand to get a slurp. "Your ass does nothing for me," Sarah said. "But I can't speak forDana."* *On Saturday night, two days before the article was scheduled to come out(like Danny), Sarah and I showed up at their door for dinner. We hadbrought a nice bottle of wine."Good," Maryanne said. "You're here. Dana will be down in a minute." Um, do you always refer to him Dana these days?" Her. I call her Dana. I call her that when it feels right." Shit, Maryanne," I said. "How are you dealing with all of this?" It hasn't. She continued to praise Amit to high heaven. Her unceasing chatter started to irritate me. 'Sarit, If you like him so much then why don't you marry him?' I said rudely.'Given half a chance, I would, ' Sarit giggled shamelessly.Half an hour later, dinner was served. Sarit and I went to look after the guests.'Adi, look who is here?' Sarit grinned, poking her finger into my ribs. I saw Amit making a beeline for us.'Is he some kind of a nut?' I thought because he had changed his clothes. He was now.