i smiled when i saw him finally turn the corner . i rolled over and rubbed his thigh . it was one he yet would not , could not be convinced was absolutely necessary . he was dressed in similar fashion to her husband , just sporting a different name brand on his sweat suit . with the bearing of a queen , she walked across the grassy lawn , up the stone path , and into her home , closing the door behind her . i grabbed him by the back of his sweater . the bowls have a lot of water . 