Angela was born late in her parents life, they’d lived and worked in India, not settling down to start a family until well into there 40’s she was... an only child, her mother didn’t want the hassle of childbirth any more one was more than adequate. She’d resided at “The Gables” all her life, with some trips abroad mainly Paris, but she never liked the town. Often friends from college came to stay thought out the summer months. Picking up her book she ambled outside into the sun, it was beaming. A fence already existed but Caroline had asked me to plant Leylandii along the whole length as a privacy screen. With all four of us working at it, two digging post holes and two concreting the fence posts in place we had all the posts in place by late afternoon and decided to call it a day. We couldn’t start installing the fence panels until the next day when the concrete footings were dry but I felt that the job was well on schedule and the fencing work and clean-up could be finished off. I grabbed my bag and rushed off the block as the inmates went wild. What I didn’t know at the time was that my license had fallen out of my bag and one of the inmates scooped it up without being noticed. This began a series of event which led to a day I will never forget.It was about a month later. I was home by myself since my husband was out with my sons at various sporting events. I was in PJ bottoms and a tank top. My usual attire for a Saturday at home. I was cleaning up the kitchen when I. At this, she broke down, saying sadly, “No, we broke up back in late April and he moved out of our condo.”I asked if she had moved on with her life and found another boyfriend.She said she was seeing three different guys but there was nothing with any of them regarding a more permanent relationship. “Friends with benefits,” she added, “I was hurt when Don walked out on me and I don’t want to walk into another relationship just yet.”Not wanting to talk about this any further, she took my hand.