Even in the most organized life there is room for whimsy. It just needs scheduling. As her heroine Monica Geller would say, Rules help control the fun.

Annabel nodded at her, turning to climb into her own seat, fastening her own harness with the self-assurance of a test pilot on his fiftieth run, rather than someone with no front teeth and a Dora barrette in her hair.

He looked at me thoughtfully, and smiled slowly, his green eyes warm. He smelled of the outdoors, he was so tall and broad shouldered and so ... male ... in this house of women he was shockingly different. All I could think of was how much I wanted to kiss him. I was clearly losing my mind.

There was a diner across the street. 'Let's go in there and talk, ok? We can have milkshakes.'I wasn't sure how he knew about my milkshake thing, but, honestly, I could be on the verge of death and someone could suggest a milkshake and I'd rally just long enough to suck it down.