A matter of moments?Well not so. A couple of things still troubled me but I didn't think mentally beating up Nikki any more than I already had would g...in me the answers I needed, so I had taken on the role of the fully understand and forgiving husband ... but just for the time being.After my talk with Nikki I had made up my mind on a couple of very, very important things otherwise Nikki would not be laying beside me in this bed right now. She would be out in the gutter with a suitcase in her. Angela understood. ‘Unfortunately, no one has an answer for that one,’ she commiserated, ‘Not even brilliant hypnotherapists.’ She worked up just as much of a little humor-induced smile on her face as she felt was appropriate, then returned to being serious. ‘People have been trying to figure out that kind of thing for eons.’ ‘Well, so, anyway,’ he said, ‘I-…I, uh…’ He stopped, his voice unsteady. Angela leaned a few degrees forward towards him. ‘Yes?’ He thought he had something else he wanted. My heart lurches as I have that thought. Did I just think that? Why? I love David, I don’t want to lose him. The puppet master is playing his games with me like I play my games with everyone else and I hate myself all the more. I wish I could break free. I wish I could be me and not this complete bitch. Me and David are dancing on the patio. It has been decorated with Chinese lanterns and I can see red coated waiters moving amongst the tables that are set around the edge of the patio area. All it took to start it was a small video call from an old friend.Edgars home…..“I just don’t think I can take their attitude henry, the other families I worked for where at least polite not to mention paid better. While I worked for them, I still considered them friends of sorts. But the Hammonds.” Edgar said scrunching his old face up in disgust as he looked at the computer screen in front of him. On said screen was his old friend Henry Jefferies. Henry was a sixty three year old retired.