Looking wistfully at the water. Drinking her coffee. Preparing for her day at her job. I crossed also and sat on a bench nearby doing the same. For me... it was part of my daily routine. For her, it seemed she had found a new place of beauty and solitude to assist in steeling herself to face the day.We are aware of each other's proximity. We are aware that we are the subject of each other's reverie. We are each aware that the other is also aware. I see the yearning in her posture. In the way she. And swear, and swear. The new owner, a firefighter, was no stranger to Anglo Saxon turns of phrase, but, Lawsey! This bird knew some curses!The firefighter tried reasoning with the bird, and, for his trouble, was invited to have carnal knowledge of a goat.He tried yelling at the bird, and was invited to worship at the altar of the Patron Saint of Fertility. With himself.Finally, the bird let loose with a blistering stream of invective, so loud, so profane, so scorching vulgar, that, in. Charles looked at his mom. He wasn't sure what he was going to tell her."Had lunch with the boys mom. At The Elvis," Charles said."Well it seemed to me like you had a good time. I mean you came back from lunch much longer than usual!!" Sara chuckled.Charles sighed. He knew his mom was not mad at him but just curious why he took much longer time to get back to work."Told the guys I got to get back to work but Pete was telling his story and it was a long story," Charles lied."Well I don't care. She was verifying the files and she looked at me. I looked at her patheticallyand tired to say something but could not find my voice. In a very weak voice Isaid “D – please forgive me – and please do not report this to management orunion”. She said “I will not do like that – please leave it”. Then she said “sir– this side is over – shall we do the other records after lunch”. I noticed itwas lunch time and said “yes – enough for now – we will do again after lunch”.We both had brought our luch.