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that.”
    “My, that’s sort of sad,” Diana murmured after several seconds. “Most couples usually try again after some point.”
    “Well, I was willing but she wasn’t,” I explained lowering my head momentarily to stir my coffee. “What about you? Do you have any children?”
    “Naah, never even came close,” was her short reply.
    “Had you ever considered having children?”
    “Jack wanted children, lots of them,” she replied. “But me, I did not see myself going through all of that pain and suffering and agony more than once or twice.”
    “You mean, going through pregnancy.”
    “That’s exactly what I meant,” she said with a pointed look. “Anyway, I told Jack that I wasn’t having jack until the two of us got married.” She found herself chuckling after that pronouncement and pun. I joined in.
    “Well, I guess having children is out of the picture now.”
    “That’s right it’s out of the picture,” she quipped. “God, I’m never falling in love again.”
    “It’s that bad, huh?” I said lifting the cup of coffee to my mouth a third time.
    “I imagine it is,” she said softly, almost thoughtfully, as she sipped at her drink then set it down on the table with a thump.
    “Now me, I’m never going to marry again,” I conveyed as that statement landed with a thud.
    “Come on, your marriage couldn’t have been all bad, now,” she said looking at me with a doubtful but bemused expression.
    “Yes, it certainly was.”
    “Damnnn,” she murmured, drawing the word out.
    “Well, if you’re finished, we better get back on the road.”
    “Yeah, I guess we should get going.”
    I paid the bill while Diana insisted on leaving a tip. Almost immediately, she politely excused herself and made a beeline to the ladies room. With nothing better to do, I headed out to the Navigator to warm it up for her. By noon I expected the weather to warm up as well. She joined me inside minutes later and we pulled off.
    “What time is it?” she asked me.
    Pointing to my dazzling dashboard I showed Diana the time display, but just the same, I told her anyway, “10:10.”
    “What time do you have to be in Jacksonville?” she asked.
    “No set time,” I replied, as I passed an eighteen wheeler with ease. “Most of my folks are at work right now.”
    “Then why did you get such an early start?”
    “Well, I had originally planned on stopping in St Augustine to have lunch and look around some. It’s been a while since I last visited the area.”
    “So, you’re saying that because of me you’re going to cross that stop off of your itinerary. No, I can’t let you do that.”
    “Well, I have to get you to Jacksonville so you don’t miss your bus.”
    “But remember, my bus isn’t scheduled to leave until 4:30PM,” she emphasized. “No, I can’t let you ruin your plans on account of me.”
    “So, what are you saying?” I asked, glancing at her side profile momentarily.
    “What I am saying Sheldon is that we have plenty of time to stop there along the way. Four and a half hours to be exact. And that’s not even including travel time.”
    “Are you sure?” I asked, turning to face her again.
    “Listen, I don’t want my schedule to come into conflict with your schedule or any other plans of yours. I just can’t do that.”
    “Okay, it’s settled. There’s a St Augustine exit coming up a mile ahead,” I told her. “We’ll take that exit.”
    “Good,” she said, “Besides, I have never been to St Augustine.”
    “Well, hang onto your seat,” I said, steering the Navigator onto the exit ramp.
    Turning right on County Road 207, we headed east in the direction of the nation’s oldest city. Traffic was light, thankfully.
    “How long before we get there?” she said, her eyes darting between the passing scenery and my own eyes.
    “We’re about fifteen miles out so I’d say another eighteen to twenty minutes, depending on the traffic.”
    “Good,” she said sporting a smile.