Tina handed Alice her glass of wine. Thanks.

No problem, so what can I do to help with dinner?

Nothing, you sit and watch me work, youre the guest. Alice started working on chicken as she began her story.

Well, we had just moved in here a couple of months earlier and were still getting used to living together. I mean, it wasnt a smooth, perfect transition. Nothing too bad, but damn is Dana hard to live with.

OK, Im getting off point here, so we had just moved in and were trying to get into a routine. Her training for the tour was getting intense. She had just qualified for the Open for the first time and was a wreck. She was working out like a crazed person. She left the house by 6 and didnt come home until after 7 some nights.

Well, me being me, I didnt take it well. I sort of lost it on her. The stress of living together, then suddenly we saw each other less than ever. And I mean ever, T. I saw her more before we were a couple. After a few arguments about how insensitive I was being, which I vehemently denied. Even though now, I see that I was, but at the time, there was no way I was going to admit it. We came up with a compromise. We converted the basement to a full gym for her. This way, she could work out at home and just go to the club for the actual tennis training and things like that. Still with me or am I boring you?

Im still here, go on.

So we had the whole thing set up in a week. It was great for a about 2 hours.

Tina started laughing, Tell me youre exaggerating? Two hours?

Yeah, like I said she is not easy to live with and Im not exactly a saint. I was working on a really tight deadline. I had blown off work all week with setting up the basement and needed to get my story done. She called me downstairs to help with something like every ten minutes. Now, I was working in the office upstairs and she is in the basement and Im lazy. Simple. Everyone knows that.