Desperately.He grabbed a tissue from Ally's nightstand and handed it to her. "We really should talk about this you know," he began tentatively."Why?" ...she cried. "I already ruined one man's life. Maybe you should get away from me before I ruin yours, too!" The tears flowed freely once again.She was in so much pain, yet he couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of her words. Poor Allison was having a complete meltdown. It was obvious Barclay needed to take the proverbial bull by the horns. Between the drinks and the sadness I drift into sleep. What was once the happiest day of the year is now the saddest. I awake with a sudden jolt. I was dreaming but can’t remember it. The reality comes back to me. I slouch back into my warm bed. I am tired but just can’t seem to drift back to sleep. I think things will be better once I am past Christmas. The wind is blowing big time. I hear shutters clanking, gutters crashing. I hear a sound that I can’t make out. It’s a faint breathing sound.. And what did this man know of her? This was not a life for Ava, who was fiercely head strong and independent, not to mention romantic and adventurous. She had plans to see the world and sow the world she was as good as any man. Marriage had never been high on her agenda, and if she had the choice she wouldn’t ever enter into it. As a child she grew up in the Caribbean, surrounded with natural splendours, activity of developing colonies and free reign of her home. She grew up with tales of. After about 30 minutes she came back with an envelope in her hand and passed it to me. We then decided we will open it the other day when we are both alone. Her letter was quite surprising (actually a lot, but about that maybe some other time), but I didn't want to use it now and was waiting for the right occasion...Few days passed by and she didn't mention anything about my letter and I was thinking she was repelled by what I wrote.Oh my, how wrong I was!We usually come home about the same.