Her head was almost completely covered in bandages. Where skin was exposed, it was puffy and purple. It was a shock to me. The prefect looking woman t...at I had known as my wife had vanished. In front of me lay a stranger, a damaged and bruised human being. If her name had not been written on the white board, I would have guessed that I was in the wrong room.I didn't know what to think. My emotions were all over the place. We were separated. I didn't really have any obligation to care for her.. For example, "doing laundry" soon meant more than just separating colors from whites and ramming them into the washer. Now I found myself hand-washing her underwear and nylons. I also learned to repair rips and replace buttons. My part of the laundry, by the way, was becoming smaller and smaller as I began to wear out my clothes. Unfortunately, I wasn't getting any. We didn't have much money because we'd agreed not to invade our savings - I had the key, but the money was in her safe deposit. He rolled on his side and allowed a dramatic moan. When the footsteps did not stop or speed up, he allowed the roll to continue and opened his eyes.With his body obscuring what he was doing from the two men approaching, he pressed a speed dial button on his phone through the fabric of his jacket. He couldn't be sure who he'd called, but most of them went to people he worked with. Hopefully, if anything meaningful was transmitted, they'd know what to do with it.He heard an answering machine pick. Since it was Sunday, Frank Ingram met us at the door to let us in.He gave a quick tour of the office space and then took us to a large conference room where everyone was waiting for us. Frank remained my publicist and was one of the managing partners of IDC. We’d made a deal to buy into each other’s companies, along with Mass Investments. Part of the agreement had Frank named as president of Dawson Management. We’d wanted someone more experienced to oversee the operations. Kent Crain would be.