We didn’t go to church much, but Christmas was one of the days we did. That and Easter, really. It just wasn’t important.”“What church?”“M...ethodist. So like, totally the opposite of your ‘smells and bells’ as the pastor at our church once called ‘High’ churches. But that seems like it’s very important to you.”“It is,” I agreed.“But you’ll date someone who doesn’t go to your church?”“Sure. But, and I don’t want to mince words here, I intend to marry in the Orthodox Church and raise my kids. ”Linda had been Zoe’s flatmate when we met, and we had stayed close friends with her and her husband ever since. She had been, and still was, my source of information on all things Zoe.I recalled the painting and was somewhat surprised that Paul had let the guy see the painting. It was a nude study of him. It was one of a pair that Zoe had painted as a gift for Linda and Paul’s tenth anniversary the previous year. The second was an equally naked study of Linda, and they both hung in their. During the softball game that afternoon, when it was his turn at bat, he closed his eyes and swung wildly and was the first one surprised that the bat connected. It was the cries of his team-mates that woke him up and he realized what he had done; a two run triple. He might have managed a homerun for himself, as well, had he started running immediately, but, no matter. By the time the game was over, his team had managed a commanding three run lead. It was a great afternoon.Supper and shower. " He didn't hurt me so much as get lucky." Luck holds more sway over any fight than anyone would care to guess. His luck was not enough. If he had killed you, then your family would still be at his mercy and we would be no closer to stopping him." You do realize that his issue is with himself more than anyone else. He's trying to find a way to justify what happened to him and needs help. He doesn't need a prison or punishment."Lady Arneson shook her head. "He's already killed before, Mr..