It was simpler times then, for–say why not Bud and Jane. Bud was drinking more, then sure but, hell, at least they had eachother. Late night talks, without the kids, unsure of what was to come ahead, but sure were they ready they thought. And It was the course that fused them, and yet, at the same time it seemed, it was the course to untangle them. Her hair was longer, then; Bud used to call her Swede. Jane could pass for a Swede, Bud thought.