Hey Guys,
	No biggy here, I hope, but Chris is supposed to be coming over for 
dinner tonight.  We've planned it so that he will probably be here 
for less than three hours.  We're having spaghetti, his 
favorite.  I'm not expecting any fireworks, but you never 
know.  Please just pray for a peaceful time as another step toward 
reconciliation.  After dinner, Greg will take him back to Nicki's family.
	Chris came by around 11:00 pm this last Monday to pick up his 
replacement drivers license.  I was the only one up.  We talked for a 
few minutes while someone, probably someone from the Marone family, 
waited for him out in the car.   I think that  our conversation  went 
well or as least as good as can be expected under the 
circumstances.  He said that he hates living at the Marones and he's 
hoping to move out soon.  He hopes to get a loan from the bank so 
that he can get a car soon.  I used to be shocked at those kinds of 
statements, but I realize now that they are made, either to try to 
get a rise out of me or they are just his wishful, unrealistic 
thoughts expressed aloud.  They are so much easier to here now that 
he is so little a part of our lives.  He is just so messed up.  I 
hugged him goodbye.  He apologized for smelling like smoke.  Maybe 
it's wishful thinking on my part, but I just can't believe that he's happy.
Kathy