"I told her I'm not themarryingkind."
"I know," she said, and I didn't like the way she said that. "So what is it, Rob? What doyouneed?"
"Soft serve. At a bareminimum."
She sighed. "You want me to abandon my work to take you foracone?"
"Not just any cone. A fresh-bakedwafflecone."
“You do know the way to my heart. I'll be rightthere.”
I found myself smiling after our banter, but I sure as hell wished I knew the way to herheart.