Five years… I think. I don’t really know for sure anymore.’ I told him quietly, trying to remember just how long it had really been. ‘The last... thing I remember before being taken was our fight.’ ‘Our fight? The one we had last time we saw each other? But how? I saw you a few days after that?’ ‘It was about a week later, I had been writing you a text, apologizing for the things I had said, when I looked up and saw him walking towards me. In the few seconds it took for me to realize who it was,. ”But you don’t have to wait until you’re President to do that!”“What do you mean?” she replied.So I told her, “You can come over to my house and mow the lawn, pull weeds, and trim my hedge, and I’ll pay you $50. Then you can go over to the grocery store where the homeless guy hangs out, and you can give him the $50 to use toward food and a new house.”She thought that over for a few seconds, then she looked me straight in the eye and asked, “Why doesn’t the homeless guy come over and do the. It pleased Julie, knowing as she did that my ex-husband works there and how I hated to encounter him, as he would humiliate me in front of other shoppers.Gary so enjoyed seeing me start to shake with nerves as he bawled at me; our encounters inevitably ended in me shedding tears. How I survived the eighteen months of our sham marriage, or more to the point how I summoned the courage to divorce him I’ll never know.At the supermarket the thing that I dreaded happened, one of the women assistants,. Before she knew it, Claire had started to unbutton her blouse. It was when she had broken the kiss and stood there with her blouse undone that Hannah suddenly realised the danger of the situation, in both senses. She said ‘no’ to Claire, but the woman didn’t seem to hear. ‘If you’re worried about being discovered, that’s okay,’ she said as she went and put the Yale latch down on the door and drew the blinds. ‘No, we shouldn’t Claire,’ said Hannah, ‘My boyfriend’s waiting for me.’ But before she.