A SWEET ROMANCE: Kate thanked him and said goodbye, Picasso did not stand up. Instead, he excused himself—said his back was acting up from sitting so long. God forbid she'd see him bent over like an old man. He didn't feel old. After spending a few hours with such a lovely woman, he was pumped and inspired to go back to the gym and get in shape––find someone again to call his own––a reason to live.
Picasso watched her from the porch of the Harbour Inn as she pulled out the parking lot in her little red sports car. Before he went back into the dinning room he looked out over Little Traverse Bay and sighed. Two people were headed for Harbor Point in a sailboat. He wondered if they were in love and if he'd ever again have someone to call his own.