She invaded his dreams and was the first picture in his mind as he woke each morning. Weeks went by and he re-read the two letters every day, sometime...s several times a day. Like a drug addict desperate for his next fix, he craved additional contact from Rose. He searched frantically for a way to quench his desires, but his frustration just seemed to grow with each passing day. Finally, in an attempt to satisfy his own yearnings, John penned a response to Rose’s letters. “My dear Rose, I long to. Heather still had a task. A quest. A promise unfulfilled. Princess Cathy WOULD walk. Petty thoughts of love were just a distraction. A weakness to be discarded. She was better than that. HAD to be better than that. To be otherwise would be to again prove she was unworthy of Cathy.And Sam.Forcing one foot, then the other, she walked towards the waiting horses. A door opened, then closed, behind her. She ignored it. Coming to the animals, she grabbed her saddle from its resting place, heaving it. I’m not on call this weekend.”“Awesome. Are you planning to go with us to Atlanta? We need to cancel your ticket tomorrow if you aren’t.”“I can go,” she said. “The race won’t thrill me, but I would like to meet your friend Stephie.”“Great! I love you, Babe!”“And I love you, Tiger!”We hung up and Kara and I went up to my room so that I could unpack my bag. I did that, and gathered my laundry to take down to the machine. Once I’d started the load, I set about preparing dinner. As I was getting. He groaned as he saw the traffic slowing in front of him. He was wondering what the cause of the slowing was when he saw the temporary traffic signs on both shoulders of the road, “DUI CHECKPOINT – PREPARE TO STOP”.Jefferson Ashe greeted Samuel inside the entryway of the Baldwin house, “Give me the keys to your car, then you can go join your wife in the kitchen.”Samuel didn’t comment or question the orders. The gun that this man held didn’t influence his decision as much as his desire to see.