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Lucy's telling herself that it's too late and to just give up, but maybe she'll make one last ditch effort to finally tell Diane how she feels? I dunno if Diane will be able to return those feelings though, worst case scenario is it ends like Justin and Melissa, with them parting ways, or they actually talk about it and they remain friends like Elliot and Sarah. Lucy's issue is that she got caught up on hoping that one day Diane would have the same feelings for her despite holding in her feelings for Diane which started when she denied repeating the "I wish you were a boy" comment. Diane had pretty much held onto the whole idea of finding the right guy that she could have a family with and while her methods of doing have certainly not had the result she was hoping for, that was her goal. You could say that Lucy using the dates to be close to Diane in the hopes that something more could develop might be selfish, but love is illogical and Lucy fell into the same trap with Diane that Justin did with Elliot, only it evolved into being more like George was to Justin, even Lucy becoming nicer to Rhoda later is a lot like how George changed his attitude towards Elliot after Justin said Elliot wasn't his boyfriend.

You have my sympathies, tOH. Take all the time you need to recover.

In my mind, this is the end of the first act of the story - and you're right that what leads up to it is implied well enough. However what would really interest me is a look at the second and third acts. In other words, this picture makes me want to know what happens next more than it makes me want to enjoy the picture for it's own sake.

An incredibly courageous German diplomat caught wind of what was going on and he and some of his friends risked their lives in getting word out before the operation started. Many Danish Jews quietly prepared for flight. On the night between October 1 and October 2, 1943 the Nazis started their action but only caught 500 Danish Jews, or about 5% of the total. The rest managed to escape to Sweden or simply to stay hidden in the time that followed. I have mentioned that my own family was part of this. My uncle Per was only a few months old, and my grandfather and grandmother did not dare to bring him along for fear that his crying would bring the Nazis down on them. Instead my family's beloved and loyal nanny Gerda took charge of him and went out of town, pretending that he was her own. My grandparents and my eight year old father then went to the coast hoping to find transport across the Sound. They could not find a vessel willing to carry them but managed to buy a leaky rowboat for the exorbitant price of five thousand crowns, or roughly thirty to fifty thousand dollars in today's currency. The rowboat nearly sank and one time they feared they had been turned around, but they finally reached Sweden. Fortunately they were not greeted by a Nazi-sympathising government that separated my father from his parents and sent him to a children's internment camp. I am very thankful for that. Faithful Gerda stayed hidden for three months but rumour got around that she was hiding a Jewish baby and she was forced to flee. She managed to reach Sweden and started to search for my grandparents. Once again, the Swedes did not seize my uncle and send him to a holding facility for refugee babies. And after many weeks of searching she found my grandparents and my father. It was an emotional reunion and Gerda was part of my family for the rest of her life. Of course, this would have been impossible without the cooperation of many Danish politicians, police officers and civilians. Fortunately not all of the fleeing families had to deal with greedy war profiteers to escape. And happily and importantly, when it became possible to return home to Denmark again, the way opened by the Allied soldiers who fought so long and hard to destroy the Nazi abomination, Danish Jews were welcomed home. My own family found their apartment completely untouched if a bit dusty. All that was missing was a bottle of brandy that the janitor had availed himself of, and given how well he had taken care of everything my family hardly begrudged him that. I owe my life and freedom to the German officials who leaked a warning of the upcoming purge, to the Danish politicians who quietly spread the word, to all the people who aided in the flight, to the Swedes who so generously gave shelter to my family and so many others, and of course to the efforts of the American and English soldiers -- and to all the Americans and English who worked so hard and paid so much back in their homes. My wife's grandfather, a Captain in the U. S. Corps of Engineers, fought his way from D-Day to Berlin, missing only the Ardennes offensive because he was on Christmas leave. It was a privilege to have known him. (Lord, but the man hated Nazis. I find it hard to blame him.) This story is very much on my mind these days. I apologise for rambling about it, but I feel better with it out here. Thank you all.

Dear forumgoers, I apologise but I am not at my best currently. For that reason I will likely be less active. I will continue to monitor the forums and respond to requests from posters, however. I will hopefully recover before too long. (I have been aware of this problem for some days but it was driven home to me when I was looking at Youtube videos and my brain insisted that one was titled "How will undecided Senators evaluate alligators?" I made the operative decision that I need to withdraw a bit and I will leave the alligator problem in Pharaoh's capable hands.) Thank you all. ~tOH.

I went out for a ride on the bike, not going any where, but just to ride it. On the way back home a [redacted][redacted] middle aged woman driving a [redacted] SUV going the other way made a left turn in front of me, forcing me off the road and into the ditch, where I face planted. My bike and I are ok, modulo a bruised knee. I've taken some meds and I'm going to lay down. Just a reminder that middle aged women driving SUVs are out to get me.