It would be ugly, he knew that, and probably painful as well. Hateful things were going to be said, by all and sundry, and no matter who won, every in...ch would be bought and paid for in blood. No one would like each other after this—and, even worse, no one would respect each other either.Or themselves.At 1 PM, Jon clocked out and swung on home to pick up his wife. She greeted him at the door with a kiss, and Jon suddenly realized that in the chaos of the last two days, they hadn't had time for. ‘What can I do to help you?’ ‘I’m looking for a place to set up a photography studio,’ Matt said, putting special emphasis on the word, ‘I’m.’ ‘What, exactly, is he looking for?’ the broker asked, directing his question at Mary, staring at her chest. ‘You’d best ask Matt,’ Mary said, her tone sharp. ‘He’s the one who will be making the decisions and paying the bills.’ ‘Yes, of course,’ the broker said, reddening a bit. He cleared his throat, turned and looked at Matt. ‘What are you going to. Okay, get on the treadmill and start running; I'll tell you when you can stop."While I ran, I watched Patti set up two large charts and hang them of the wall. One was a weight chart on which she would record my progress from week to week. The other was schedules listing what exercises I would be doing on which days. After thirty minutes, which in the past would have only been the midpoint of my run, I was laboring to breathe and near exhaustion."Okay, cool down for a couple of minutes and then. My Parents wouldn’t go as the list of candidates had still to be analyzed and fought over. It was one of the few times I appreciated Rida’s sheer bloody-mindedness. When she wanted to be a bitch she could take on Mike Tyson for ten rounds and still come out smiling, I was sure.Without my parents or Rida, I thought the plan would die. I was wrong. There seemed to be a general consensus that I should have a ‘proper vacation’ in the forests and mountains of my homeland and with me along, Zainab.