Understanding (Or Lack Thereof)
Between Eli�s Coming and Ten Wickets (Any Time in there!)

I stared into my martini, deep in thought.  So deep, in fact, that it took Gordon running his hand over mine before I snapped out of my revery.  �Dana?�  He looked at me with concern in his brown eyes.  �Dana, honey, what�s wrong?�

I considered before I spoke.  So much of what went on at work he never understood.  And not just the production jargon.

Gordon wouldn�t understand, for instance, that Casey was still mad at me because I�d dumped off the show, and that he probably wouldn�t be forgiving me any time soon.  And it was driving me crazy because he was one of my oldest and closest friends.

Gordon wouldn�t understand my agony as my adopted father laid in a hospital bed, victim of a stroke, and that I wanted to see him more badly than anyone knew, but he wouldn�t let me.  That I wanted nothing more than to hear Isaac joke about firing me. 
at I would give anything to walk into his office uninvited and start talking.

Gordon wouldn�t understand that I was panicking, fearing a completely loss of sanity, as I lost things and forgot things and didn�t know what to do.

Gordon wouldn�t understand my problems because he didn�t understand me.

So I went the easy route. �Nothing,� I said, forcing a smile, �Just thinking.�  And we went back to our silence.