Lauren had been pestering Craig about eternity for a while. On June 2 she wrote to him about it again, complaining that she could not sleep at night because the notion of eternity kept bugging her. “Gee,” she added playfully, “aren’t you glad I’m ‘married’ and you don’t have to put up with this first hand?” The quotes got to me. As soon as I read this on Lauren’s computer, I sent a message to Lesley: “How about this Tuesday morning? I could be in you before ten.”