Another day, another dollar, and feeling a whole lot duller, I walked into my house. I dropped my keys onto the kitchen counter on the same spot I had been dropping them for the last three years and was just turning to walk away when I noticed the silence. Normally, Janice is puttering about the place, making some kind of noise, but today, nada. Becoming more curious by the moment, I walked into the living room. Janice was sitting on the couch. A glass of wine and a large brown envelope were sitting on the coffee table. She swept the glass into her hand, and she gulped half the contents down.

I didn’t know what was wrong, but I knew something was definitely wrong. Janice doesn’t gulp wine down, and she doesn't do silent. If she is in the house, you know it. It is part and parcel of her that she cannot be quiet. Nearly everything she does is loud. The first time she cooked for me, I thought she was throwing the world’s biggest tantrum in the kitchen. The look on her face when I ran into the kitchen was priceless. I’m sure the look on mine was as well.

I walked into the room and stopped in front of her. “Janice?”

She pointed at the chair across from the couch. I walked over, sat down, and looked at her with not a little concern. “What on earth is wrong?”

She waited until I was seated, then looked me right in the eye. “We have some things to talk about. Your performance as a husband has fallen to the point that I can no longer put up with it.”

She saw my mouth open and threw up her hand. “Just stop and listen! I will say what I need to say. You’ll have plenty of time to talk when I’m done. I will ask you one question. Do you know what today is?”

I was frankly at a loss. “Wednesday?”

The look on her face was resigned. “It’s our fourth anniversary. That should illustrate my point.

“I don’t believe that you love me, and I’m not sure that you ever did.”

I was in a state of shock. My hands began to shake as I waited for her to continue.

“When I got over the euphoria of our first few months of marriage, I began to notice something strange. As each week went by, you became increasingly distant from me. Often, it was in little ways, like not sharing the bathroom or morning coffee. As time went by, the distances became greater. You stopped kissing me in the morning before leaving, then you stopped kissing me hello in the evening, and then you just stopped kissing me.

“You haven’t told me you love me for over a year. I don’t remember the last time you said anything to me that was even remotely romantic.

“Do you know when we last made love? Well, I’ll tell you. It was a year ago today. If I didn’t know better, I’d be convinced that you were cheating on me. We both know that you would never do that because that’s not how you’re wired. You’re an honorable man who keeps his promise. You would rather live in a loveless marriage than admit that you made a mistake. Admit that you can never forget her.”

That last sentence hit me like a ton of bricks. We both knew she meant Stacy. My eyes watered at the memory. A simple handwritten card with the words ‘A Caged Bird Never Flies’ was left on my pillow, and she was gone. I searched for her as frantically as a freshman college student could without finding a trace. The love of my life was gone, and I had no way to find her, no way to try to change her mind. I was in a nightmare, and the only way I found to get any relief from it was to dedicate my time to bettering myself. I exercised fanatically, got great grades, and applied myself diligently. As a result, I have an excellent career. In all ways but one, I was successful. Apparently, marriage was a significant failing on my part.

“Yes,” she continued, “Stacy. I can read you like a book, and I know that is the one name that immediately popped into your head—the one that got away—the one that I can never replace in your heart, no matter how much I love you.

“ I don’t think our marriage is going to survive this, but I am willing to give you a chance. You may not have known why Stacy left you, but I do. She asked me to promise not to tell you that she was leaving, and after she explained why, I agreed. Things have changed. I don’t see any way forward until you and her settle things between you.”

“So, here’s the deal.” She picked up the brown envelope and handed it to me. “Inside, you will find our separation agreement. It lists everything we built together. It becomes our divorce contract if we cannot reconcile within six months. At that time, everything gets split down the middle. It is as fair as my lawyer will allow. I don’t want to punish you, but I do need to know if I am wasting my life with you. If that is the case, I want out.

“You have less than six months to decide if you truly want to be my husband. I advise you not to take too long. If you do decide that you love me, you’ll still have to prove it to me. Sign the agreement, the six months start, and I will give you two weeks to find someplace to live. The one thing I insist on is staying in this house. Don’t sign it, and I will start divorce proceedings immediately. You will be out of the house today.”

She paused as I sat there in a state of total shock. She was absolutely right; I hadn’t been much of a husband for a while now. I had withdrawn over time, and I had ignored her. I had forced a wonderful woman to take the nuclear option to get my attention. When did I let our marriage become two lonely people living in the same house? I couldn’t find words even though my mouth was moving.

She didn’t wait for my response. “There is one other condition. I have Stacy’s phone number and will give it to you as soon as you sign. You will call her, and you will resolve things with her. I will not have her shadow hanging over both our heads any longer. You have to be able to let her go if you want to love me.”

Again, she had a point. When Stacy, Janice, and I were freshmen, we were inseparable. Stacy and I were in love, and Janice was best friend to both of us. After Stacy left, Janice became my strength. She was always there when I needed her, always putting me first. I loved her like the best friend that she was. After a while we became intimate. Then, in our senior year, we moved in together. We fell deeply in love and married a few months after graduating. Maybe I confused gratitude with love, or maybe I was trying to chase Stacy out of my mind. I genuinely don’t know. All I know is that I couldn’t forget Stacy and the more I thought about her, the more withdrawn I became.

I felt like the lowest class of creature on earth. How could I have been so cruel to someone who has always been there for me? Janice didn’t deserve to be treated the way I had been treating her, regardless of how torn up I was over Stacy.

I took the envelope from her hand. “Janice, I don’t know how you can ever forgive me for how I have treated you. Even before we were husband and wife, you were my dearest friend. You deserve so much more than I have given you, and there is never going to be an excuse good enough for what I have done to you. I am surprised that you can stand to be in the same room with me.”

Janice gave me a sad smile. “It wasn’t only you. I never told you, but I fell in love with you from nearly the moment I met you. The only other person that has ever affected me that way is Stacy.

“Can you imagine what that was like? I love two people more than anything, and neither is available because they are in love with each other. It was pure torture not to be with one of you, both of you.

”Yes, I absolutely loved you both, so I stayed around even though I knew I couldn’t have either of you. When Stacy left, a part of me was devastated, but another part was thrilled because I would finally have a shot at you. I thought I could be the love you wanted if you gave me the chance. I didn’t understand that a marriage requires two people to be in love. One person alone can’t hold a marriage together, no matter how deep their love is.”

“There is something else that you need to know. You always assumed she left you that note because she needed to fly away to become the person she was meant to be. Did it ever occur to you that she wasn’t leaving for herself? That she was leaving for you?

“You were so head over heels in love with her that you planned on leaving college to marry her. She knew your future was brighter than that. She knew how brilliant you were and also how naïve you were. She felt that you would be able to grow better as a person without her. She left so that you could fly, not so she could.”

“I wanted to marry you the first day we moved in together. I held my tongue until we graduated so Stacy's sacrifice wouldn’t be in vain. She encouraged me to be with you, to love you. She sincerely thought that we would fall in love with each other and never once said or did a discouraging thing. Now, you need to go to her. Don’t come back to me until you work things out with her.”

Something confused me. “Wait, you have been talking to her all this time?”

Janice shook her head. “She gave me a contact number when she left. She would call and give me the new number when her phone number changed. I don’t know anything else about her life. To be honest, I never asked. I guess I was afraid to.”

I could see the serious face she had put on slip, and the tears began as she stood and left the room. My thoughts and heart were racing when I opened the envelope and started reading. The schedule showing our assets looked accurate to me, and I didn’t question it. If Janice had wanted to screw me, she could have done it already and with much more damage. I signed the agreement and set it on top of the envelope right in the middle of the table where Janice would readily find it. I kept the slip of paper with Stacy’s phone number on it.

I needed to get a few things from our bedroom before I moved to the guest bedroom. Janice hadn’t told me to move into that room, but I knew that is what she expected. I’d had my chance at intimacy and had blown it big time. We weren’t going to be sharing a bed for the foreseeable future. The bedroom door was closed when I approached so I knocked softly. A moment later, Janice cracked open the door. “Yes?”

I struggled but managed to look her in the eye. “The separation agreement is signed. Can I get a few of my things before I move to the guest room?”

She swept the door open, and I stood stunned. She was dressed in new lingerie, and she looked so absolutely beautiful. She’d probably bought it for the anniversary I had forgotten. I felt the tears run down my face as I looked at her.

What had I done? As haunted as I was by Stacy, I knew there was no doubt that I loved Janice. We were so much more than friends, but I had been so caught up in my angst that I had stomped on our love. I felt horrible guilt, and I was grief-stricken.

I took her hand. “Janice, the sunshine would leave my life without you in it. I do love you, and I will find a way to make things right again.”

I turned toward the bathroom to get my things. Her hand grasped my arm. “We can start in the morning. Tonight, be with me.”

I don’t know if it was her final goodbye to me or just her need for a last intimacy between us before it all ended, but I didn’t hesitate. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her with all the love and passion I could. I knew that this was probably the last time I would ever get to make love with Janice. I set out to make it as wonderful and loving for her as I possibly could. Every touch, every kiss, every nibble, and every lick of the tongue was filled with my love for her. We made love off and on through the night. In the morning as she slept, I gathered my things and moved to the spare room. I had two weeks to find a place to stay. Two weeks at most before leaving the home we had made together, likely for the last time.

~~~~~{}~~~~~

Less than a week later I am settled in my tiny little apartment. I don’t need much so I went with tiny efficiency. It’s a place to eat and sleep and nothing more because I knew wherever I ended up, it wouldn’t be home. I called Janice each evening and we talked. I knew she was waiting for me to work out my feelings about Stacy, and as hard as it was, I knew I needed to make the call.

My third day in the apartment I returned from work and had a bite to eat. After that I sat down on the couch with my phone and the slip of paper in my hand. I was so nervous that I was shaking. It took three attempts to punch in the number correctly. I pressed the call icon and waited as the phone began to ring on the other end. Six rings later, “Hello?”

“Stacy, it’s David. Can we talk?”

I hear a gasp on the other end of the line and what sounded like sobbing. It took nearly a minute for her to answer me, “Yes… We can talk.”

I nearly sobbed out the first thing that came into my mind, “I’ve missed you so very much.”

Her voice caught as she responded, “I’ve missed you too and I’m so sorry I hurt you.”

I wasn’t going to have her blaming herself for a decision made from the heart. “You did what you did for me. Please don’t ever be sorry for the sacrifice you made. I just wish I had been more mature at the time. If I had been more patient, we might still be together, but then Janice and I would never have happened.

“I don’t know what to feel anymore. I love Janice so much, but I never stopped loving you. How do I resolve this? My heart is about to explode. I need to see you. I need to talk to you face to face. Can we do that?”

She didn’t hesitate. “I want to see you too. I have obligations though and I can’t leave town right now. Can you come here?”

I readily agreed. She told me where she was located and recommended a hotel. I called her back the next day with my itinerary. The day after that I was flying three states away to see Stacy. On arrival I walked down the concourse and headed to baggage claim. Along the way I wondered how she had changed over the last seven years. How had life changed her? Would I even recognize her?

I was standing against a column well away from the conveyor letting the anxious people crowd up against it when I heard her voice, “David?”

The voice was so familiar, so embedded in me, I got goose bumps on my arms. I turned and fell into those blue eyes, then I pulled her to me and held her like I was never going to let her go. We held each other and the tears fell until the crowd thinned and my bag was making its lonely way around the carousel. We separated long enough for me to grab my bag before it ended up in the neverland of lost luggage.

I pulled up the handle on the bag and turned to Stacy again. I stood there taking her in. There had been no dramatic change in her appearance over the seven plus years since I last saw her. She looked a bit more mature, which just made her more beautiful. Her brunette hair fell to her shoulders a bit longer than when I knew her. She was still slim, but curvy, and those hazel eyes still sparkled. Her smile captured me.

We left the airport and she drove me to my hotel. When we arrived, she stayed in the car. I pulled my bag out of the back seat and poked my head back into the front. “Will you have dinner with me this evening?”

Stacy looked apologetic. “I’m sorry, but I have a twelve-hour shift at the hospital starting in two hours. I’ll call you tomorrow after I’m alive again. I have a four-day break coming up after tonight.”

I waved goodbye and shut the door. She drove off and I made my lonely way into the hotel. I had an early dinner and a few drinks in the hotel bar before going to my room for the night. I called Janice and told her about seeing Stacy. She seemed kind of excited about it, although I don’t have a clue as to why she would be at this point. I was emotionally exhausted, but so keyed up, that I slept fitfully.

The following day I wandered around looking at the sights and just wasting time until I heard from Stacy. She called around two and asked if she could pick me up at the hotel. Half an hour later she pulled up out front and I climbed into her car. She drove off as soon as I got settled.

We drove in silence for a few minutes. I could tell she was psyching herself up to tell me something. I reached out and put my hand on her arm, “Go ahead, Stacy. Whatever it is you need to tell me, now is the time.”

She pursed her lips and nodded. “Okay, this is hard. Uhm, we are going to my parents’ house. When we get there three people will be waiting for us.

“My mom, my dad, and… our son.”

I was shocked nearly speechless! “Our son. Like, you and I have a son?”

A look of fear crossed her face. “Yes.”

Then it hit me. She didn’t leave college just because I wanted to quit and marry her. She left because she was pregnant and she knew I would leave college if I found out. “I wish you would have trusted me to do right by you. All these lost years because you thought I wasn’t mature enough to be there for you.”

Stacy pulled over and shut off the car. “No, that wasn’t it at all. I knew you would be there for me. I knew you would give everything up for me. I didn’t want you to give everything up. I wanted you to reach your true potential, not be held down by a wife and a kid, struggling to just get by. I loved you too much to take away your future. Right or wrong, I made the decision to return home and have our baby. I have no regrets about having Steven.”

I turned to her. “You named him Steven? After my father?”

She smiled. “Yes, like we talked about.”

I smiled back, but then got serious. “Do you have any other surprises for me? Are you married, or engaged, or seeing someone?”

Her eyes were full of tears when she looked at me. “I never dated after you. I focused on getting my nursing degree and taking care of my, our, son. I didn’t want anyone else. I missed you so much and I just couldn’t stop loving you. When you married Janice, I was happy for her, but inside I fell apart. I had always hoped that one day we could be together again. Lately, I have thought about dating again, but the idea doesn’t excite me. Now you’re here and I don’t know whether to be overjoyed or devastated. What do you want from me, David?”

I caressed her cheek. “I want what I can’t possibly have. I want you so much, my heart is about to break. I am also deeply in love with Janice. To lose either of you forever would devastate me, yet I see no way in this world that I can be with both of you. I am scared to death that I am going to end up losing you both.”

Her hand came up and touched my hand. “I think we need to talk to Janice.”

I was pleasantly surprised by her statement. “I’ll call her right now. Would it be possible for you to go home with me for a few days? I am sure Janice would be glad to have you stay with her. That way we can all spend time working through this.”

She assured me that a couple of days wouldn’t be a problem. She sat quietly while I called Janice. When Janice answered I put her on speaker. “Janice, I have you on speaker. Stacy is sitting here with me. We were hoping that you would agree to talk with both of us.”

I couldn’t have been more shocked at her immediate and ecstatic response, “Hi Stacy! I would love that. Are you both coming here?”

“Yes, Stacy will fly back with me for a few days until she has to be back for work. I hope it is all right if she stays with you. I think everyone would be more comfortable that way.”

Janice sounded just fine with it. “Of course she can stay here. Just give me an idea of when you will be showing up.”

A happy nod from Stacy let me know she was cool with everything. “Okay. I need to go now. I have to meet someone. I love you, Janice.”

Janice hesitated for a moment. I knew she was wondering who I would be meeting. “I love you too. Goodbye.”

I spent the remainder of the trip to Stacy’s house arranging plane tickets. By the time we arrived, I had made the arrangements and forwarded the itinerary to Janice. We exited the car in front of a meticulously well-kept modest two-story home. Stacy led me up on the front porch and pulled the door open. We walked inside and I heard a child’s voice happily calling out, “Mommy!” He ran down the hallway and jumped into his mom’s arms. “Goodness Steven! You’re getting too big to jump on Mommy!”

She set him on his feet and he grinned up at her. I knew in an instant that he was my son. Not that I questioned Stacy’s veracity, but it was such a shock to see him in the flesh. There was no doubt in my mind that he was our child.

She knelt down to his level. “Steven, I would like you to meet David. David, this is Steven.”

I fully understood her hesitance to say, “this is your father”. It was way too soon, and he was way too young to need that piece of information at this point.

He looked up at me, “Hi! I’m six going on seven!”

I wanted to pick him up and hug him as tight as I could. Instead, I squatted down and smiled. “Wow! You’re old!” He giggled in response.

Stacy walked us down the hall to the living room where she introduced me to her parents. Will and Joan were very welcoming. I had no idea how much, if anything, they knew about Stacy and me. After some small talk Stacy turned to me. “Would you mind playing with Steven for a little bit while I talk to Mom and Dad?”

I was more than happy to do it. I followed Steven as he ran down the hall to his room. He showed me his favorite toys and we played with them on his bed. I was totally entranced by him. He was a beautiful and happy little boy. I promised myself right then that I would never let my problems cause him pain. His happiness was the most important thing in the world.

I lost track of time and was caught by surprise when Stacy walked into the room. I don’t know how long that she stood and watched as the two of us played on the bed. She finally spoke, “Steven, come here please.” He hopped off the bed and ran over to her. “I’m going to be away for a few days, and I want you to be a good boy for Grandma and Grandpa. Will you do that for me?”

The smile left his face. “Where are you going?”

“To see an old friend. I will be back in no time. Okay?”

He shrugged his little shoulders. “OK, Mom.” Then he turned and ran back to the bed. He picked up right where he left off playing.

Stacy looked at me and smiled. “I need to pack some things and then we’ll need to go if we want to catch the flight. Do you mind staying here with Steven while I do that?”

I smiled in return. “I would love to stay here while you do that. Come and get us when you’re ready.”

Half an hour later Steven gave his mom a big hug. Then he gave me one and I didn’t want to let him go. I struggled to keep my eyes dry when we left the house.

On the way to my hotel, I told Stacy about my marriage to Janice and her ultimatum. I pointed out that I was on a quest to prove my love for my wife and to reach some sort of resolution with her. I gave her time to think about that while she waited for me to gather my stuff and check out of the hotel.

We spent most of the drive to the airport in silence. Something that Janice had said suddenly lit up in my mind. “Stacy, did you know before you left that Janice was in love with both of us?”

Her face went pale. “She was in love with me? I… I never knew. Oh my god! I never knew.”

I had to know. “What would you have done if you had known?”

She had managed to get her color back. “I don’t know. You and I were so in love, and I couldn't imagine being with anyone else. If I had known? I would have been torn. I have never been with a woman, but there were many times that I wanted to be intimate with Janice. She was more than a friend to me, but I never told her.

“I felt like I was being greedy wanting to be closer to her while being with you. I did my best to never let my attraction show. I thought if I ever told her I was attracted to her she might take it badly and I would lose my friend. I didn’t want to take that chance. I certainly didn’t want to risk losing you. I kept it hidden away inside, never letting either of you know.”

I took a moment to take that in. “Knowing what you know now would you have told her how you felt?”

She didn’t have to think about it. “I would have told you both. I would have hoped that you would understand that I didn’t love you any less, and I would have asked that you let me explore my relationship with Janice.”

I took all that in for a moment. “I think you and Janice have a lot to talk about. Maybe it’s time to explore those feelings. I can tell that you still have feelings for her, and I am sure she still has feelings for you. I don’t think I am the only one that has to deal with being in love with two people.”

A few minutes later we arrived at the airport. We checked in and had dinner at an airport restaurant before boarding the plane. Two hours later we were standing at the door to what used to be my home.

~~~~~{}~~~~~

Janice opened the door when I rang the bell. Stacy was standing in front of me and she immediately flew into Janice’s open arms. They stood there and cried while holding each other fiercely. They finally separated enough to look at each other face to face. Janice studied Stacy’s face through her tears.  “Stacy, I’ve missed you so much!”

Stacy leaned forward and kissed Janice softly on the lips. “I’ve missed you too.”

A look of wonder came over Janice’s face as the two separated. I gave her a moment and she looked over at me. I took the two steps between us and pulled her into my arms. I kissed her deeply then told her, “I love you, Janice.”

She smiled up at me. “I love you too.”

She turned and grabbed Stacy’s hand. “Come on. I’ll show you your room and the rest of the house.”

I went to the car and got Stacy’s bag. I brought it in and dropped it off in the guest room. Having done my duty, I kicked back on the couch and watched the tv for a while. I figured that the two of them would be talking for a bit and I wasn’t disappointed. They were gone for over an hour before I saw the two of them enter the living room arm in arm. I turned off the tv and stood. I felt like I was awaiting a verdict.

Janice and Stacy looked at each other and kissed. It was a sweetly romantic kiss that lasted just a few seconds but said so much. It was obvious to me that they were finally going to explore the feelings they had for each other. I smiled at them and walked toward the door. “Please know that I am happy for both of you. It’s getting late so I’ll leave you two alone. Please call me when you want to talk.”

Janice reached out and put her hand on my arm. “Please don’t go, David. This is about the three of us, not any two of us. It always has been. We just didn’t know it.”

I turned back and Stacy reached for me. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me. God! To kiss her again after all this time. It was sweet and passionate and seemingly endless. I couldn’t get enough. When she finally pulled her lips from mine, I felt Janice turn me toward her. She kissed me with just as much sweetness and passion, but in a way uniquely hers. When our lips finally separated, she pulled Stacy into the same ardent kiss. My heart was pounding at the sight of them.

Janice released Stacy. “Why don’t we continue our conversation in the bedroom?”

The two women turned toward the hallway and began walking to the bedroom. I followed close behind. I wanted to make love to both of them more than anything I could imagine. I also knew that Stacy and Janice needed time to discover each other. I was more than willing to stand back and let that happen. This wasn’t about me. This was about us.

In the bedroom, the two women stood nestled against each other. They kissed, then separated. Both looked at me as I sat on the corner of the bed. “You two go ahead. I’ll join you in a little while.”

That was all the reassurance they needed before they became totally focused on each other. There was no rush as they kissed and touched. They tenderly undressed each other, touching and caressing skin as it was revealed.

They were fully, beautifully, nude when they climbed onto the bed. Kisses and touches became more erotic as their arousal grew. Hands found each other’s centers and both women panted out their arousal. They brought each other to their first orgasm as a couple with their hands, but they were just getting started. Their heated kiss continued as they writhed together.

Janice kissed her way down Stacy’s body until her mouth enveloped Stacy’s mons. She soon had Stacy writhing on the bed. It wasn’t long until her hands pulled Janice’s head hard against her. I could tell that the orgasm that followed was earth-shattering for Stacy. Janice moved back up her body and held her close in the afterglow.

Stacy nestled against Janice while she got her breath back. Soon enough she began to kiss Janice with more and more passion. Stacy kissed her way to Janice’s sweet pussy and tasted her for the first time. It became apparent to me that Stacy was enjoying herself almost as much as Janice was. I realized that I was smiling so hard my face was beginning to hurt.

Janice experienced her first oral orgasm with a woman, and it was wonderful to witness. I finally took off my clothes and joined them on the bed. Janice looked at me, then pointedly looked at Stacy. I took the hint and took Stacy into my arms. The feel of her naked body against mine was euphoric. A piece of me that had been gone was now returned. We made slow passionate love and it was as if we had never parted. I paced myself so that I wouldn’t orgasm, but I did manage to get two orgasms out of her before she asked me to let her recover for a while.

I moved from her arms to Janice’s. She hugged me as hard as she could before we began to make love. I wasn’t holding back with Janice and after ensuring that she orgasmed, I allowed myself that wonderful release deep within her. I kissed her deeply until I went soft and slid from her.

I got to my knees and looked at both of them lying there looking so beautiful. “I love you both and I can’t imagine life without either of you.”

Janice and Stacy looked at each other and nearly simultaneously said, “I love you.”

Then they looked up at me and told me they loved me. I have never been happier in my life. I knew that we had all we needed. The rest was just details and obstacles to be overcome.

Stacy transferred to our local hospital in less than a month. She and Steven moved in with us and Janice canceled the separation. I couldn’t marry Stacy too, but that didn’t matter to the three of us. I established trusts for Stacy and Steven to ensure they were taken care of in case something happened to Janice and me. My will would make for some interesting reading if it were ever made public.

Stacy had ensured that Steven’s birth certificate had my surname. While I couldn’t marry Stacy, there was no stopping her from changing her name. She talked to her parents, then legally adopted my surname. I was deeply touched.

We ended up with a household that included a Mrs. Thomson and a Ms. Thomson, which created no end of confusion. We had fun with it and never bothered to tell the curious how that came to be. A little over a year after the three of us got together we were overjoyed when Janice announced that she was pregnant.

Twelve wonderful years went by, and Steven has graduated from high school. His sister Rebecca is a sophomore. We have explained our relationship to them, and they have no problem with it. Janice, Stacy, and I fall more in love every day. Now, we fly together.