She’s good at calling it. Always has been. When that hour strikes, whatever time that may be, 8:3o, 9:00, 10:00 or 11:00, she packs it up. One hand pouring her wine into mine. The other clearing her plate and heading to the kitchen. Some quic clean up, with both hands and she is off. Up the stairs to bed. Making her self imposed curfew. And, although some nughts, most nights, she no longer sleeps the night through, she is just so Damon good at starting. Totally the kund of kid, that if she did that experiment, the one where they give you a marshmallow s as bd say you can eat it now, but if you wait you get two marshmallows later. She ms the kid that would have waited so long to eat the marshmallow, that the experiment facilitator after staring at the damn marshmallow for a week would have broken dvery convention of scientific practice, by not being able to take it anymore would have cracked, picked up rthe soft beautiful marshmallow and swallowed,and immediately feel bad about it,especially when she would have demanded to know where her marshmallow went because sure as hell been

Io there the night you before and she hadn’t granted anybody to permission to touch it, I am just the opposite. Before the plate with the marshmallow even the touches the hard oak table it would be disappeared