" "Yeah, I wish. I just don't seem to make it with any of the popular girls, they're all hot for the football and soccer guys, mostly." "I don't under...stand it. You're nice looking and maybe I'll just take you as my date for the weekend. Here, hold my hand." "Boy, what would Mom think of me being your date for the weekend?" "Well, you know, Joe, maybe she just wouldn't mind, you know," I said almost choking on the words. "You're her best friend, you know, and she trusts you and everything.". When I returned to the house, I could hear her speaking on her cell phone but couldn't quite make out the words.Thirty minutes or so later, Kate appeared in the sitting room. I handed her a glass of wine."Who were you talking with?" I asked"Oh it was just a work problem," she repliedShe glanced at her watch.She was looking very sexy; hair and make-up perfect, black patent leather heels and short pleated skirt, low cut white blouse, pearl earrings, and the pearl choker I gave her last. For it is here that he has always found solace. He begins to play, and a stirring, almost haunting melody fills the house. Meanwhile, Igor is still in the lab tidying up. His eyes catch movement, and he notices the fingers on Betty’s hand twitch, keeping time to the haunting piano music. Stunned, he watches as Bob’s arm begins to rise, marking the beat! He is further amazed as Betty and Bob both sit up straight! Unable to contain himself, he dashes up the stairs to the conservatory. He Bursts. He even started his holiday homework for history early but nothing would stick. He sat there tapping his bed and then a thought struck him. Where the hell does she even live?. He sat up and started punching in the numbers on his phone from his hand. He texted her a simple "hi x" to get the conversation rolling. They continued chatting about what they were doing over the holidays and things like that unit James felt like it was a good time to ask where she lived. It turns out that she didn't.