Frank turned to Murray. "What's this 'private copy' business, Murray?" C'mon, Frank; the one you gave me at your office when I was there. Don't tell m...e you left that copy of the report on the conference table by mistake. And then you gave me your computer to use while you went to that employee cake thing—and had Jeannette show me how to use the scanner. I may be old, but I can take a hint." If I did leave it there for you—and I'm only saying IF—it would have been something confidential between. A woman of spirit, that one.’ For a long moment, Marcel gazed into his glass reflecting on his late wife, who had been gone for nearly 10 years. Then, he perked up and smiled at me. ‘Besides, I believe she is waiting for one special man to come calling,’ he said, giving me a wink. I picked up the none-too-subtle hint. ‘And if this one man were to come calling, how would you feel about it?’ I asked. ‘Is this one man acceptable in your eyes, even if he may be quite a bit older than she.’ Marcel. Words cannot express my appreciation for your generosity.’ Niccólo the Priest stood up and dusted himself off. Clapping his hands, he announced: ‘It is nothing, we had to go to the market one day a week. Another cup of wine before we bed down?’ The Abbot nodded his head, and the Priest poured him another cup of deep crimson liquid. Speaking louder, he said: ‘If you would favor us, Abbot, we would like another story of your youth in the far land of Laigin on the Holy Island where Naohm Padraig. Philip finally kicked his plan into action that night. He'd told Mary he'd be downstairs watching some late evening television shows when she'd said she was tired and would go ahead and head to bed. Philip wanted to go up to the bedroom where Bethany would be sleeping and confront her there but he stayed downstairs and tried to be patient because he knew Bethany always came "snack prowling" about 10 P.M. every night when she was there for a visit. Sure enough, at nearly 10 o'clock, Philip could.