Donna and I had our first date.

I told Dr. Mince about what happened with Mike at lunch and he said he wasn't surprised. A lot of people would try to keep me from helping myself and I shouldn't listen to them. The only person I should listen to was him.

After my session, I sent Mike the set sketches I'd done for him with a note telling him he didn't have to pose for me. In fact, he didn't have to do anything for me ever again.

As I was putting it in the mailbox, Donna said that the two of us should get all dressed up and make a night of it.

"Are you asking me on a date?" I asked her. "A real date?"

She looked down at her feet. "I guess I am. I know it's a little forward of me, but I didn't think you'd ever get around to asking me, so...You don't have to if you don't want. I just thought that the two of us made a pretty good team and all."

I just stood there, my hand still holding the envelope. It was hanging half in and half out of the mail box. I felt a little like that letter. If I let go of it now it would just fall on the sidewalk to be trampled on by everybody. But, if I give it a little push forward, it starts a whole new journey.

"Well?" she asked. "Yes or no? Do you want to or not?"

I looked at the envelope, then at Donna. "Yes, I would."

I pushed the letter into the mailbox.