We stumble through another few minutes of conversation. I find out that we're just outside Fort Worth, TX ... who the other girls in the house are ...... that Daria and Jane go to college ... that Kasumi is taking junior college courses and will probably move to a real college in another year or two ... and that Kara is on vacation, but won't say from what.Our stumbling conversation ends when we hear noises coming from the kitchen. We investigate to find Frank cleaning up after my breakfast. I. "You know him?" We have a history." Should I know more?" Let's just say my head was in the way of his nose, or something like that." Uh huh. Well, ladies first, then."When Kayleigh came into the office I wasn't sure whether she was about to burst into tears or start throwing punches. Her freckles stood out against her pallor. A speedy little forward on the varsity basketball team with a personality to match her red hair, she was not a troublemaker, though I'd heard she threw wicked-sharp elbows. He looked around, he remembered not many years ago the Dunkin Donut Corporation was largely locally owned franchises where they made the doughnuts on site. He scanned the place he was in. It was clean, but sterile. He couldn’t say too much about the seaside doughnut shops, but he remembered the ones back in the city. They were usually owned by some old Jewish couple. The man did the cooking, and the woman probably handled the books. They cooked fresh every three hours or so, and local kids. Anne and Geoffrey, sitting in a tree, f-u-c-k-i-n-g. They loved each other and lived together, and they were going to be married. It’s like a breeze in the summer, something light and ephemeral and fresh, the sort of thing people turn their faces toward and smile. It is always like that until Geoffrey realizes he is going to follow the train of memories to the end. Then it’s like waiting for the train wreck one knows is coming. Waiting for disaster. ‘You’re my Anne of Green Gables,’ Geoffrey.