"Mom says potroast for supper. If I can cut it up for you." I'll let you do that." I made a good potroast, result of growing up in a Cajun kitchen. Re...na outcooked me. The thought of that meal rested comfortably on my belly.Ronni and I enjoyed our sandwiches. Midafternoon the phone rang again. Rena again. "Dad's home," Ronni announced. "I'll be back." Five minutes later she was back. "I had to go give Dad a hug. I miss 'im!" she announced. "They'll be over in an hour or so." She grinned. "I have. She reached with her hands and lifted my chin until I was fully facing her.She took both my hands in hers as she looked deep into my eyes then andsaid, "I was just telling Grace and Julia how much I had wanted to dress youup when the girls and you were all together at my house. You fit in soperfectly with them, the only oddity was the way you were dressed. You tookon there mannerisms within a very short while and the only topic you wouldnot join in with was when they started talking about. The threat in Zax’s mannerism was almost tangible. His focus on the five revealed his willingness to fight to the death without an ounce of concern regarding the opponents’ strength.Although the ridge was couple of levels above the typical jobs the five took as mercenaries, with regards to life and death battles, not even the little bit juvenile, Oleg, was lacking his fair share.Zax’s killing intent did not startle the five, at most just mildly alerted them and forecasted what may imminently. Pim was a great help at this time and would often get a sitter for Chrissie and spend the night with me holding me in bed and having gentle sex with me. Pim was really the one who got me through this terrible period of my life. A few months went by and I was starting to feel more normal. I started to go back to the gym and work out. Finally Pim said we needed to go out and have some fun. She told me her friend Judy (who I had met at her birthday party) was also in a “foul mood” because she had.