...tumbled out inti o the street. It was dusk, summery. You came to me and stood close; I said, "Well, I guess I'll be going home now," and you replied, "Oh, won't you come out for dinner? Or a glass of red wine? I feel so sophisticated when I drink wine." (LOL!) We stood there, you looking smilingly down at me like you used to, and I smiled at you, and just