She could do kind things, though her heart wasn't in it. She only left the house on Sundays to attend church. Her strong voice abandoned her when she ...sang the hymns almost silently. Her ears were not on the minister's sermons. She was alive on the outside but dead on the inside.The second event happened in San Francisco. Greta could not take the cold wet weather. She developed pneumonia and died. She loved Frank to the very end. Her last words were for him to return to New York and marry Grace. It was not love, but was something different: learning a person by her own intimate words, the ones she would normally keep for her lover. The feeling that you should be the one who deserves her, the need to be her friend, the need to know her better, to draw from her that deep well-hidden passion, because that man on the other side of her monitor was clearly not smart enough to evoke it.Katy was expert at the 'hide and catch' game she played. She would drag a man into her net, and then refused. He twisted it to on. Tank was half full. He cranked the engine and it started, so he shut it down again. Nobody was stranded out here.“Wait in the vehicle, Bella. I’ll probably only be a minute.” Olé walked to a standard entrance door and tried the knob. It turned and the door opened when he hauled on it. Olé crouched, weapon ready as the door swung open. Moving in, he swung his head left and right just inside the door. All clear. He cautiously proceeded inside.“Hello, Olé.” Lt Cruz was. It’s still a fine dress. Gorgeous, in fact. It’s a perfect dress for princess, showing her charming figure flattering.Her breath was soft as a feather and sweet like a lily. Her cheeks were fresh as roses. Her eyes were pure as diamonds, and shining.Shining from fresh tears.She had been crying badly. Even now, tears were still lingering on her face, like dews on flowers’ pedals, waiting for comfort.She was made do deserve a comfort.Who should help this pretty but sad princess? Anybody?She.