The drive to Chicago is long but pleasant. Between listening to the radio and talking about everything and nothing, Jake has me giggling for more than half of the journey. It’s like huge heavy darkness has lifted from us, and we’re back to being who we used to be when I was his close friend and Personal Assistant. Although, back then, we didn’t stop the car a million times to fumble in the back seat and get half naked as we have on this trip.

“You’re getting too good at that, ...