" He thought about her question. "If I get the job and take it and we don't work out, I'm no worse off than I am here. I'll have a job and I'm sure I ...can rent an apartment." He chuckled, "If I don't like it, I'll get on my knees and beg you to take me back."She laughed softly, "Well, if you asked me nicely enough, I would consider it at a reduced salary. Are you leaving spring or next year?" The announcement said that the earliest start date was spring, so if they offer it to me, I'd probably. He was ruggedly handsome with a weathered complexion, maybe 20 years our senior, impeccably dressed and it seemed odd that he’d be alone so much. One evening as he was returning home from the club, Paula invited him onto our porch for a nightcap. To our delight he accepted. As the summer progressed and our friendship grew. I enjoyed Chris’ stories of the sea- he and his boat “Steadfast” had cruised the world and Chris was a master story teller. Paula enjoyed the tales. We went in and met with Donna; she was the therapist that Bobby had recommended. It was a get to know you meeting discussing what had brought us to her. We discussed how each of us felt about what had happened and there was an inquest scheduled for Monday. Donna had some concerns about having a more therapeutic meeting with Harry until I provided her with the guardianship documents that were due to be signed off tomorrow. That made sense and after our hour (50 minutes, the professional hour) I. He parked alongside and thought that maybe Sarah was running late as well. That would mean she would want to work late and he would have more “himself” time that evening. These “my own time” events were becoming quite frequent lately. Who was he kidding? It had always been that way. The marriage had been rigged to fail. It was a wonder they had lasted thirteen years. If he'd kept a diary of events, after the first six months, he could count on his fingers the number of times they'd slept.