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    “Yes, Jo, that’s correct. We have had a few architects in to give us their vision, but we can’t seem to find one to capture what we really want.” Why was I looking at the flagstone?
    “Well, it just so happens that Brandon has graduated from the Pratt Institute with a degree in architecture. He has a fantastic job lined up with one of the leading architectural firms, Perkins Eastman in New York on Fifth Avenue. He starts in the fall but wants to chill out this summer before he moves away. He loves the farm and wants to visit with his grandparents before he goes. Maybe he could help you with your project this summer. It will give him something to do so he doesn’t get rusty.” Jo gushed enthusiastically.
    “Wow, Mom, nothing like putting Laurel on the spot. She may have other plans. You can tone down all the accolades too. It really sounds pretentious.” He replied coolly . Crap, modest, too. Will wonders never cease?
    “Nonsense! I absolutely will not!” She was indignant now. “My only son, whom I raised single handedly, is the most gifted, creative and smartest architect on the planet. Why would I not shout that from the rooftops?”
    “ Sheesh, Mom. Could you embarrass me anymore? Okay, Mom, you win, but let’s let Laurel off the hook.”
    Hmm…did he say something I needed to respond to? Shit, pay attention Laurel! It’s so hard to concentrate with the sound of his voice echoing in my ears.
    “I would love your opinion and ideas. Our odd sunroom is rather challenging and daunting. Whatever you could offer would be terrific, but I don’t want to monopolize your time. Enjoy your summer, chill out like your Mom said. You’ll be working soon enough. Enjoy this time now and cherish it.” I managed to look him in the eye and stay upright. Not an easy feat.
    “I don’t mind at all. I prefer to stay focused and busy and I thrive on challenges. What do you say I come over some time next week and I could have a look around? I’ll get your number from my Mom and I’ll call to set up a time.”
    “Um, sure, but like I said I really don’t want to impose on you. Go play and have some fun.” I stammered.
    “Good, it’s settled then. Take care Laurel and I will see you next week.” He said politely, shook my hand and quickly returned to the party.
    Did anyone else hear the sizzle of electricity that shot through my b ody? Is my hair standing on end? Laurel, close your mouth, you are probably drooling, you idiot! Good Lord, what the hell just happened!
    I was stunned. Kristy ran over to me.
    “Listen, honey, as much as I would love to find out what the three of you were talking about, I have to warn you that Paul is…” She raised her eyebrows and nodded her head in the direction of the basement. I quickly got her drift, groaned audibly and aged about two more years.
    “Of course! Why should this party be different from any other! Is Mitch down there with him?” I sent a silent prayer up to my guardian angels and hoped that they would carry it on their wings up to where it needed to be heard.
    “Yeah, honey, he is. I’ll round up the troops for you and Mitch is trying to get him up the steps.”
    “Christ! What! We have been here all of two hours and already he’s zonked! Not surprising really. Thanks, Kristy and be sure to thank Mitch for me too.” I summoned my inner warrior and headed toward the basement. I found Mitch and Paul at the bottom of the stairs. Mitch was trying to get Paul to navigate his way up the steps without it being obvious that he was helping him.
    “You…you’re da best…best buddy…ever! I…I mean…it.” He swayed and tried to pat Mitch on the back.
    “I know buddy, I know.” Mitch glanced up the steps at me with a sympathetic look. “Don’t come down, honey, I’ve got him. He sees you and he gets, well, you know how he gets. Just get yourself and the kids in the car and I’ll get him up the steps and into the car without too much of a