Sure enough, the birdwatcher emerged from the bushes, looking away at first, up into the trees, through the binoculars. Lisa bravely held her pose, legs open to him, waiting.

She didn't wait long. Mr. Birdwatcher put his binoculars down and turned toward us.

His mouth popped open, with perhaps the most astonished face I'd ever seen.

"Sorry! I didn't see you!"

He started to turn away.

"Wait!" I called out to him.

He stopped and turned back to me. I admired him. He was trying to be a gentleman, looking mostly at me, and not at Lisa. But he couldn't help but sneak glances at her; after all, she was...