"Another laugh from Ralph. "Boy, I sure wouldn't like to be Beth or Frank tomorrow if George ever found out."Turning, George left on a gale of their s...ared laughter and went back to his office, coffee forgotten.His wife was cheating on him.Had apparently been doing it for a long time.At that moment, George was numb. He sat there behind his desk with his head in his hands staring at the desktop. Then, slowly, all the questions started running through his head.How could she do this to me? What's. After the disaster, he had gone out and raided several places for their supplies, and so had added to the stores of the farm.The Kingsly's had been big believers in investing, and owned large percentages of local services. Besides being half owner of the LP gas distributor, they owned thirty percent of the local heating oil franchise also.They had never converted the farmhouse to a gas heat. They heated with fuel oil, instead. They had a five hundred gallon tank, which was not as expensive as. ' We set it up for 10:30 — that would give me time to go through whatever the day's absence had heaped on my desk. I wondered what her 'problem' was.There was plenty to throw away when I got to the office, but I'd transferred the paper to the trash can within an hour and was contemplating why we had so much waste paper when we had the Internet when Martha knocked on the door."Come on in. Can I offer you tea?" Nothing, Gordy." She sat down, but was clearly very nervous."Go on, talk to me." It's. Just I want something in return. Give me that link to your blog." That's all? I thought you'd want a dirty picture too!" I'll take one of those as well if you're feeling generous?" Nope I'll give you my blog link, and that's all."The link comes through as a message. I get out of the bed, grab the camera from the playroom then walk to the computer in the study.Her blog is simple in design, but she's been quite active. She's far more experienced than I had first thought. I browse to the beginning.