He made up his mind and it took him less than fifteen seconds to decide--he really needed to see if he could get things straightened out with Franci. They should be together. He just hoped she would see it that way. He actually said a prayer. There had to be a patron saint to ignorant, immature playboys, right? Saint Hugh? Saint Don Juan? Whomever...give me a break here and I'll change my ways. I swear. I won't be overconfident; I'll be sensitive. We'll negotiate and get back to what we had before...