Diane cooked dinner for the both of them that night. It was a modest dinner of scrambled eggs and toast because Sam was never one to go grocery shopping. He loved to eat but never really took the time to make anything. He almost always dined out or ordered in. The only time Diane can remember Sam eating a home cooked meal was when she was the one cooking for him. Sam thought that it was the best breakfast for dinner he ever had. That was Diane for you, he figured, always making the ordinary extraordinary.

Over much arguing, Diane ended up doing the dishes too. She had offered to do so but Sam wasn't about to let her, after all they were his dishes. Diane had said it was the least she could do after making a fool of herself in Europe instead of staying in Boston and making herself useful. Sam backed down after that but the horny devil's pitchfork rose. He knew what he could do to repay her. While she was scrubbing the frying pan, he snuck up behind her and gave the sweet spot on her neck a kiss. She giggled with pleasure as she stuck the pan on the drying rack.

"Not now," Diane said squirming away from him.

"What?! Come on!"

"Nope!"

"Why not?"

"I have to read the newspaper first. You know I always read the paper after I've had dinner."

"Come on, Diane! There must have been a million papers all over Europe but there was no Sammy in Europe."

"No, you come on," she said getting a little irritated. "I haven't read a newspaper in English since England! I promise you, when I get done, I will meet you in the bedroom wearing nothing but a g-string and a smile."

"Sounds like a deal," he said as he sat back down in the living room. He was willing to wait for that. Damn you, Boston Herald!

"Oh my God," Diane said with a little wail in her voice. Sam jumped up to see what the fuss was about. He put his hand on her shoulder while he looked at what she was reading. It was a piece on Dr. Frasier Crane.

Boston's Psychiatry Prodigy Leaving Europe For Talk Show Job in Seattle.

"That's terrible," Diane whispered.

"Terrible? How's that terrible? It's great! He got a new job! You should be happy for him."

"Oh Sam," said says, leaping out of the chair. "Don't you get it? Seattle, Washington!"

"So? A lot of people like it there."

"It's over 3,000 miles away from Boston. He's doing it so he can't come back here and face me. He hates me just like I knew he would."

"Diane, I don't really know what happened but..."

"But, I just know how to drive away men that love me! I dumped Frasier and Coach died while I was gone. Who's left?"

"Me?"

"I don't know how you do it," she says with her arms up in the air. "You always want me back no matter what I've done."

"So didn't Coach. Remember how you came back to me after Coach told you I needed you? Well, he obviously did it again, from heaven anyway."

With that, Diane flung her arms around his neck and kissed him hard. She would never get over her amazement at how Sam could be there for her the moment she needed him most.