. . @page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } Entry Thirty-Six The entire weekend was thrilling after that wonderfully wicked moment. That pretty much sums it up. Theo was just like I had known him to be from the first time. We found so much to laugh about and do. The home provided little, but we enjoyed the proximity of each other day after day. For a man who had nothing, I felt like he was giving me everything. On Sunday afternoon, when he finally said we would have to head back into town, I felt heartbroken. “What?” he asked, looking at the distraught expression on my face. “I just thought…” I knew I was crazy to even ask if we could stay here another week, but I sure wanted to. Yet I had to be realistic. Theo didn’t make enough money to just miss work like that. And even though I probably could, I knew that to ask that of him would be wrong. “Never mind,” I continued. “You’re right, we should go. I left everything at the office.”
