Sunday brunch on the Santa Cruz Wharf, a long walk along the shore, lazing around the beach house, drinking beer from a local brewery, their now traditional late Sunday afternoon making together of an enormous salad. The cooking of hamburgers or steaks on the outdoor grill, potatoes wrapped in aluminum foil roasting in the coals -- and then there were ice cream sundaes with caramel sauce and mounds of whipped heavy cream.

Afterwards, sitting on the beach, watching waves ripple onto the shore, Caydance remembered when she first met Griff. It had been a perfect day to go to a Berkeley bookstore and then to a bar in the Marina, and sit beside the water with a view across the Bay. She had never before included medieval books of hours in her class on Artists Books: Lineage and Contemporary Practice, but that day, on the table in front of her was a facsimile of the 15th century French manuscript, The Tres Riches Heures du Duc de Berry. It was too early in the afternoon to attract unwanted company; usually, no one sat down beside her when she was deeply immersed in a book. New students would soon arrive in her classroom-situated studio, she was thinking when a former Wide Receiver for the Oakland/Los Angeles Raiders sat down uninvited at her table.