One of my fellow artists bought a painting this week and picked it up last Sunday night. We made a party of the "pick up". I had a piece of pecan pie for her and a strange drink I make with pomegranates. We talked for quite a long time and then decided to go to dinner (after dessert is the way to do it). Talked non stop, sharing life and experiences, came home and talked for more hours. We had so many things in common. About 1:45 a.m. we realized the time, when a concerned call from a husband alerted us as to the lateness of the hour. She left at 2 a.m.