I spun around.Before me, on the far side of our family room couch, stood my fourteen-year-old daughter, Christina. She was crouched at the ready, prep...red to bolt either right or left should I make a move. I made one, to the left.Christina shrieked, and then dodged me by circling the couch to her left as well. She skidded around the corners, her white socks sliding on the hardwood floor as we made two complete clockwise orbits. Then I stopped suddenly, bringing her up short. It took her a. Mouse snickered, thinking about nipple freezing weather. Tink reminded her they still didn’t have any steel-toed shoes.“Hey Jess, could you order about ten pairs of different style steel-toed shoes for me, when you get the Rosetta Stone stuff?”“All purple?”Linda laughed. ‘No, just one or two purple ones if they even have any. The rest can be any color.”“No problem. Consider it done. I’ll have them overnighted into St. Kitts for you. We’ll be at sea all day tomorrow and half the next day to get. John.Sif crossed the ten meters that separated her from the two men almost flying. Her boots hammered onto the gleaming stone floor, both men turned around. Both surprised but neither seemed to recognize the blonde woman in black leather and billowing cape, brandishing an old fashioned sword.The bald headed, black robed man took his surprise to another world, Sif struck him so hard, the sharp blade split him from head to collar bone. Sif kicked the dead man against the chest to free her sword. But more and more lately she had been arguing with him about it. When he had made the decision to ask her to marry him, he knew it would mean walking away from one of his closest friends. Amy would never agree to be his wife if she was always going to have to wonder if he was sleeping with Melissa every time he went out. So here he was, saying his last goodbyes before leaving for a week of vacation with Amy to propose to her. ‘You’re not losing me.’ He said. ‘I’ll still be in touch.’ ‘It won’t.