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enjoyable, as I now had people around me who knew how to talk
outside of a lab. After dinner, stuffed full of steak, lobster and
all of the fixings, we gravitated back to the fire pit with fresh
drinks and resumed our friendly banter. I was at a loss at how to
introduce our little ‘surprise’ into the conversation, and waited
for Mark to make the first move. Hopefully he would wait until
tomorrow so I could just relax tonight and enjoy both company and
conversation without the fear of someone having a heart attack.
    Several hours and several drinks later, we
mutually agreed that it was time to crash for the night and
dispersed throughout the house. Once the guests were all settled, I
went back to our bedroom and gratefully shed my clothes. Mark,
being clueless on the etiquette of proper hospitality, was already
in bed, figuring that a vague wave saying, “Rooms over there.
Night.” was good enough.
    I crawled into bed and snuggled up until we
were spooning, relaxing for a few moments before asking when he
thought would be a good time to broach the subject.
    “Tomorrow,” he replied groggily. “We need to
pick the perfect moment, as we’ll only have one shot at this. If we
blow it, they’ll either run away, burn us at the stake, or head
straight for an interview with the tabloids.”
    “Alright, I’ll trust you on this to make the
first move, but if I see you chickening out and passing on good
opportunities, all bets are off and I’m taking lead.”
    “Fair enough,” he replied. “But give me a bit
of slack before jumping in with both feet. We’ll have all week to
scare the crap out of them, so planning the proper time is not
something we need to rush into.”
    With Mark in my arms, and those words in my
ear, I gave myself up to sleep, confidant that everything would go
according to plan.
    ***
    I woke up suddenly in the morning, foregoing
my usual lazy ritual. For one of the few times over the last couple
of years, I was out of bed before Mark. With guests in the house
and Mark sawing logs in here, I decided to postpone my morning
shower and slipped into a sweat suit so I could go make some
coffee.
    Quietly making my way to the kitchen, I was
surprised to see that someone had already started a pot. I glanced
out onto the deck and saw Sara sitting there with a book in one
hand and a steaming mug in the other. Fixing up my own cup of
coffee I stepped outside, shivering slightly in the cool morning
air.
    “Morning,” I said to her.
    “Morning,” she replied, looking up from her
book. “I thought I was the only one who got up at a normal hour of
the day.”
    “If one solitary retard gets up at some
stupid hour, said person could hardly claim normality,” I shot
back.
    “In that case, welcome to the stupid hour,
retard!” she retorted.
    “Love you too, hon,” I replied with a grin as
I sat down in the chair across from her and took a sip of coffee.
“How have you been these days?” I asked, “The men were shoveling
their stories too fast and furious last night for us to get
properly caught up.”
    “We’ve been doing pretty good I guess,
although I still have the impulse to kill some idiot driver every
time I need to go into the city proper. Atlanta has too many
assholes for my liking.”
    “I know what you mean,” I laughed, “Sometimes
I think they follow me since I run into them everywhere.”
    “So tell me, what’s the reason for suddenly
calling us here?” She asked, throwing me a sharp stare.
    “Do we really need a reason?” I evaded.
“Can’t people just get the urge to want to meet with friends once
in a while so they don’t become strangers?”
    “Some people maybe, but not you and Mark. You
two do nothing without six months of planning.”
    “We’re not quite that bad,” I replied,
injured.
    “Almost,” she riposted. “I can wait I guess,
but you should know that Sid and I have a bet going.”
    “Oh?”
    “Yeah, I bet that he’s going to propose, and
Sid figures