After an epic sixteen-hour solo drive down the left-coast, Jay arrived here, in Monterey. She had just dropped Carl, and his baseball buds off at the airport and launched them all on to spring training. She arrived on time and Anne and her began speaking with each other. They began talking that night and they are still talking now. All of the old stories have come out. Jay was suitably impressed with the house, which helps to enliven the conversation. Eventually, they get hungry and we go out to lunch. Yesterday, we took her to Pacific Grove. After lunch, we went down to the shoreline and walked along it until sundown.