But the next evening she came home and pasted a small, black and whitesign on every window of the house, facing out. "Piano lessons: Tuesday,Thursday,... and Saturday, 4 pm" and there was a phone number."Madame Beringer, we do not give piano lessons, we do not own a piano,and that is not our phone number," I protested.She laughed.But the following Tuesday I was dismissed early from my job and orderedto be home by 3:30 pm. At 4 pm exactly, my wife made me stand in theliving room next to the window.. It was very decorative. It was only visible from the field.The next thing I noticed was that there was a light on inside the tree-house. The evenings were getting longer quickly and it was still light, but you could still see the brighter glow from inside.And the third thing I noticed, as I finally put my head up into the tree-house, was that the inside was completely redone!Emily proudly showed me all of her changes. Firstly, she had lined the whole thing with a vapour barrier so it would be. .. sometimes I do stupid things." You're right, that wasn't a good answer, but it _was_ an honest one." Shelooked at Mary who was now sitting next to a small conference table a fewfeet from the desk. "And, if Mary still wishes it, we can do something tocorrect the problem." I... I do," Mary stammered. "I... oh, just go ahead and do it." There wasan sadness to her voice."Very well," Ms. Whyte said looking towards the back of the room behind me."Delphine, if you would please."I looked around. A. When I questioned her she told me that, yes, the two of you were still intimate but that she really was unhappy, that she lacked the courage to walk away from the relationship. She broke down and cried, telling me that she loved me and wanted to continue our relationship but to give her time to get everything organised in her life.'I felt an emptiness inside me that started to grow as she went on and on about how much she loved me. I looked at her coldly and asked if she had told you about how.