It was dinner time and she invited me to stay. I went into the kitchen with her and helped prepare the meal. The dishes were still on the table from lunch. I cleaned off the table and put the dirty dishes into the dish washer. Laura, as I now refer to her, was putting the finishing touches on the dinner while I set the table. It was now dark outside. I lit the candles that gave the room a colonial atmosphere. This is how George Washington must have dined with Martha, I thought. Laura came into the room and set the food on the table. She opened another bottle of wine. This time she served red. We sat and ate our dinner without having too much conversation. Looking at her in the candle light made me realize that I would like to spend more time with her than just a few hours on Sunday. We had
