I hope it's about inheritance," she said almost gleefully and closed the door.Sarah swore at the cold, wintry air the moment she left the house and pu...lled her coat tightly. It was freezing and she shuffled along the pavement until she reached her car, climbing in and turning the key in the ignition.There was the smallest amount of life from the engine and she groaned as she looked at her dashboard; she had left the lights on. "Fuck," she cried and slammed her hands against the steering wheel.. It is very nice to meet you. You sleep upstairs?” she asked and I said yes. Thank God I had on my boxers when I got down there. She got a chance to see most my body. I put on my shirt. I put on my pants. She watched every last detail of me doing that as I put on my clothes. “She must like you. She never has men over to her house. And I mean never too,” Francesca said. I nodded my head. “She says that you are a photographer. Is that true?” I said yes and nodded my head as well. “I can see how. We agreed to meet at Evangeline's at noon. Tom was a very old friend, actually he was a close to being a best friend as I'd ever come to having one. A few years back he had taken a job that required that he relocate and I hadn't seen him in quite some time.It was a leisurely lunch and we played catch up. As dessert was being placed in front of us he said:"I heard that you and Mary Beth split up." We did, a little over a year ago." I heard it was because you caught her cheating on you." Red. Are you a good linguist, Miss Green?"Marina nodded. Her father had been born in Cyprus and her mother was German. She knew three languages already. One more was no problem and if it meant finding Angelina then she would willingly become fluent in ten languages!Three months later, she was judged sufficiently fluent to begin searching for her friend. In order to disguise any remaining foreign tinge to her accent she had developed a very thlight lithp!She learned that her boy friend had been.