We were tooling down an ancient treelined two lane highway outside of Williamsburg, the Colonial Parkway. I spent this beautiful drive telling Deb about the serial killer that killed young lovers on that very parkway, including a lesbian couple, and was never caught. See, I've always been an amateur profiler, studying these guys. The seeds of the Rainey Bell Thriller Series were planted way back then. Anyway, my gruesome tale did not scare her off, though she did rapidly return to Williamsburg proper for a drink.
So, when I say, "The Beaves is gettin' spanked," and she smiles and laughs with me, I know she's thinking about Charlie's family out on the Panhandle and I know she loves me.