Saturday night, there was that moment when, carrying his overnight bag, Griff came in her door with a jacket flung over his shoulders. Dinner was ready. She was wearing a sky-blue mini shirt dress. He set down his overnight bag, gathered her in his arms, whispered in her ear, an endearment that he had never said to her before.

"Now, let's begin this perfect dinner you made", he said, eying the roast chicken and the gravy boat with interest. "I want to drink the Japanese beer your brother provided, think about beating Arizona in Tokyo, tell you stories of football game road trips. After dinner, this." From his overnight bag, Griff took the game film of the Stanford-Ducks game. Tossed it on the bed.

Out the studio window, lights came on in houses that led to the dark ocean. On her studio table, art books vied with art supplies and artist-made objects. "For bedtime reading, I want explore the artist's book you mentioned, the one that is full of unfolding mountains."

After dinner, while Caydance heated Ghirardelli fudge sauce, Griff removed vanilla ice cream from the freezer and a bowl of whipped cream from the refrigerator. Served them into glass dishes. Soon, the game film was in the video player, and when Oregon and Stanford emerged from their respective tunnels and ran into the field, Caydance and Griff made themselves comfortable among the pillows on her bed.