I felt a little better after following her to her place, getting a fresh shower and getting all bandaged up, which I also enjoyed. I lay my head in her lap and she touched my face tenderly and swore it would never get out of hand like that again. And I believe her, I do.

We talked a little while longer. And we vowed to become better, both at our craft and to each other. And we ate the bruschetta that she made by candlelight. And we continued to have Paris.