Jazz had just finished folding a load of laundry, when she looked up at the clock, a smile spreading across her face. Jazz went into her room, pulling... a shopping bag out from under her bed. She began setting out the various bath products that she had bought especially for that night, pausing to pop the lid off one of the bottles to inhale the sweet aroma. Jazz set the bag with the other two shopping bags from the day and headed to her bathroom, her arms full with bath products. Jazz turned on. "Where in the world is Frigate Cove?" Robin Roberts asked Cam shortly after he had been introduced and she had outlined the theme of his books."It is on the east coast of Vancouver Island, about an hour north of Victoria, Capital of B.C." I know you were born and brought up in Toronto, what prompted you to move there?" Almost as soon as I discovered it, I fell in love with it. It's quiet, secluded, lightly populated ... all the things I wanted and needed to foster my writing." We're showing a. Her marriage was hell, the best thing she could say about her husband was that he didn’t hit her or the kids. She had to get out. It was just a matter of time. In the darkest parts of her mind, she wished her husband would die. A car accident or something. That would make it easier, she wouldn’t have to leave and no one would think anything bad about her if she was a widow. She was pretty sure she could even pull off the grieving part. It would be better than cringing every time she heard his. And thank you sir." Rightho, off you go." And Ned went off to his physics class."Now," said the physics master. "Looking at your homework, I see you all seem to have mastered Boyle's and Charles's Laws, Kelly here seems to have a particularly deft hand with them," he grinned broadly at Ned, although none of the others had any idea as to what he was referring. "So now we will go on to electro-magnetism..." and indeed on he went.By the weekend things seemed to have settled down a bit, Ned's.