dollar tip, literally, a two dollar bill. As they left Wyn said good bye to the cook and counterman and they both said goodbye to him, calling him by name. Lara decided against resuming their relationship talk, preferring to wait until Wyn picked up the thread. Lara asked where the ladies’ restroom was and Wyn walked her across the Market to an area she had not been in before. When they got to the restrooms, they found a chain link curtain blocking access. “It’s probably because of the holiday.” Said Wyn. His quick glance at Lara’s face told him that she was more interested in a solution than an explanation. “My rooms are only two blocks from here, let’s go there to use the bathroom before we start for Cape May,” said Wyn. They walked there in three minutes. Unbeknownst to Wyn, Lara had walked by his building the second week after she met him. Lara was curious by nature and deliberate by practice. She found Wyn’s building to be a well- maintained brownstone on North Tenth Street, near Arch. Wyn’s name was on the box, noted as Apt. ‘W’-5th Floor. Lara wondered about the ‘W’ designation. It seemed like Wyn’s wit at work. When they arrived at the building, Lara feigned surprise. Though nothing was said, Lara felt that, somehow, Wyn knew she had reconnoitered the neighborhood. Lara hoped the climb to the fifth floor would not be difficult because she was a strenuous daily walker. Nevertheless, she was breathing hard when she reached the top. Lara was really pleased to realize that Wyn lived on the fourth floor, that there was no fifth floor. Knowing Lara’s unease on stairs, Wyn followed her up all the while peppering her with information about the building, stair construction, banisters, gravity, types of shoes, etc. etc. Oddly, Lara appreciated the diversion. Wyn slipped around Lara at the top of the steps and said, “Thanks for coming up, Lara.” Lara smiled weakly. She quickly perched on a little wooden chair on the landing while Wyn opened the door. The landing was quite small, perhaps six foot by six foot, but there was an eight shelf bookcase crammed with books of all sizes and colors. Wyn saw her looking at it and said, “This is my intake department, many books never make it any farther than here.” “Are these all yours?” asked Lara. “Yes, for the time being,” said Wyn. “For the time being? What does that mean?” said Lara. “Until I die,” said Wyn, “then they might be yours, depending upon how our relationship has matured.” That Lara was taken aback was clear upon her face. “What would my rights be if we were still just dating?” said Lara. “My heart and my books are yours, Lara, from this weekend to forever,” said Wyn. Spontaneously, Lara stood and hugged Wyn and he hugged her back tenderly. Wyn opened the door without a key and shepherded Lara inside. “Please let me use the bathroom before I look at all of our books,” said Lara. Wyn pointed to a round topped door off the kitchen and Lara walked through the living room and Wyn’s bedroom to get there. Once Lara closed the bathroom door, she saw that there was not lock, only a calligraphic sign reading “Trust”. That must be hilarious at parties, Lara thought. After a second’s reflection, Lara decided that there had probably been no parties at Apt ‘W’, 5th floor since Wyn moved in. Lara had noticed that Wyn was very friendly to almost everyone, but at the end of the day he was always ...