When I emerged from the bathroom in the small robe, I asked whose it was, since it obviously didn't fit Paul. He told it belonged to 'an old girlfriend'. I commented that she must've been smaller than me. He nodded but said I looked better in the robe than she did. That led to a brief conversation about his romantic life. He said since his divorce six years earlier, he'd had many girlfriends, but had never found anyone he liked enough to marry.
Paul had put my clothes in the dryer and was making tea and grilled cheese sandwiches. We talked while he tended his culinary efforts. When the tea and sandwiches were done, he invited me to sit on the little balcony overlooking the street.
It was a delightful spot and I became intrigued with Paul's running commentary on the things that were happe
