It was the way James had wanted it. Chris, Cassie and Ann stood by the coffin, watching through a thin film of tears as friends, colleagues and relati...ves stepped up and bid James their final adieu. Ann was leaning on Cassie, holding tightly on to her hand. Cassie was standing straight, as was Chris, her face impassive but for the silent tears that coursed down her cheeks. Cassie could feel her heart constrict as she looked at the man who had been the closest thing to a father for her. She was. Simon just stared into the fire, hate in his eyes, and nodded.“What about the witnesses?” the man went on, meaning me and my wife and children.“Life in the backcountry can be deadly,” Simon grimaced, grinning at his cleverness.“And the women?”“Eliza I wed. Why, you want to wed that squaw?”“Hah, don’t need to wed her formally, like, just to bed her, do I?” The man glanced around as though about to confide something. “Only there’s this maid down on Rivit’s Farm, like, I have an understanding. 2 seconds. “I would never cheat on you! You unfeeling clod! If I’m pregnant, it’s yours.”“How can it be mine? Doc! Are you saying the virus is spontaneously reversing itself?” I demanded of Dr. Simpson.“Kindly refer to our daughter as ‘she’ and not ‘it!’ What kind of father are you going to be?” Elizabeth shouted.“You’re sure it’s a she already? How do you know?” I yelled back.“You wanted a daughter. Of course we’ll have a daughter.” A daughter. That was different than having a baby. Yes, I’d. I hated this. Her car was too girly for me to be comfortable. I got in and drove to the supermarket. After shopping hurriedly (I wanted to get back before she woke up), I got back in the car and drove back. I opened the dashboard looking for a napkin to wipe my hands before I touched her fur covered driving wheel. I saw a piece of cloth and remembering the handkerchief from last night took it out to wipe my hands with it. It was not a handkerchief, it was a soft satin thong. I recognized the.