It was going to fail. “I was married to Simon for thirty years. I loved him to death.” Her smile reminded me of a predator’s open mouth after a ...kill. She leaned in close to me. The scent of lilacs was bringing tears to my eyes and I thought I might sneeze on her again. But what she said chilled me to the bone.“I didn’t kill Simon, Dag,” she whispered. “You did. You with the help of that stupid blonde twit he thought the world of. I told you where the trigger was for the explosives on his plane.. “Try not to break anything she can’t be conscious during the repairs to — I want her to remember, next time. But feel free to break things, if she isn’t TOTALLY cooperative.” He returned his attention to Allison. “Understand, Slut?”“Y-yes...” Hallek pushed down on the trapped arm, and she bent her knees and knelt.“Break the other one, if you want to,” the medic reiterated, “I don’t want to have to fix that one again.”Hallek grunted, “Okay. Gimme your other arm, Slut.”“O-okay.”Allison gingerly. "When you're finished, just put on this robe" handing her a warm, fluffy terrycloth bathrobe, "and then come into the spare bedroom. I'll have everything all set up in there for your massage. Sound good?" "Okay!"Robbie pulled out and set up the massage table with special features that he had personally designed. He lit several scented candles and placed them around the room. He warmed several containers of variously scented massage oils in a large bowl of warm water, plugged in the cord that. Don’t drink from the carton, that’s gross.”I shook it, indicating there wasn’t much left. “Okay, what question do you want answered first?”I explained how seeing my brother freaked me out and I wanted to spend time with Gail and Barbara. I apologized and she let me off the hook. I recapped everything and Ilse thought I handled it well. Days went by and I boxed up six years of memories and gifts from Ara. Ilse did the same.“What are you doing? You weren’t together. She didn’t cheat on you.”“Shut.