"When Byron and I talked the other night, you know, outside, I started thinking about some things."
"You don't say?" she said, with mock surprise. "Like when I kept trying to talk to you yesterday at the park and you were in another zone?"
"Yeah," he said, nodding, "then too. I started coming up with a concept I think he could help me work through. There's something missing, a link I guess, and if I talk to him about it he'll probably be able to help me come up with some ideas."
"Hey, you're going to be busy, it sounds like. Maybe I should just go down to Boston myself, then home. That okay?"
"If it's okay with you. I mean, if you want. I'm sorry," he said, planting his hands on either side of her head and looking into her eyes. "I just have to talk to him about this."
"Petey, I'm ecstatic you want to see Byron this morning. I'll be back next weekend. If, that is, you'll still want to see me."
"You're a goof sometimes." He thanked her with a kiss, then went back to getting dressed.
"Hey," she said, propping up on one elbow as he slipped on his dock shoes.
"Hmm?"
"Who's calling who a goof?" She tossed a pillow at him. "You're inside-out, Einstein."