And then walk away. Rebecca had it all figured out, according to Susan.I'd be with her, Susan and Rose forever if Rebecca was right. That didn't sound...very much like "love 'em and leave 'em" to me! The crackling of the fire, the dance of the flames was hypnotic.What had happened this morning? Rebecca and I had made love several times in the night. In the morning, I was still frisky and she had been pragmatic and had left. Shouldn't the shoe have been on the other foot? Hadn't it been my. It was clear that Matt didn't want her to keep Jeray's flowers. She had not given it a thought, until now. But he was right. Lisa felt a twinge of sadness because Jeray's note and the flowers were really very sweet she thought. But, she said to her serious faced husband, "Matt, I don't want to keep them. I'll drop them at the nursing home around the corner. What I really want is to climb back into bed with you." She smiled and Matt smiled his handsome smile back at her.Lisa's loins were. I was seething inside, but I kept my cool."Well," Robyn declared, " ... what have you got to say for yourself now, Terry!" I gathered up the photos and slid them back into the envelope."So this was your mother's idea, was it?" I said, calmly." ... Yes, but ... you're supposed to beg me to forgive you ... Mummy said..." I looked at her then said, equally calmly:"I think it might be a good idea to ring your mother and ask her to come round. We'll continue this conversation when she arrives." .... ”The girl led her through a dark corridor hung with old oil paintings of composers. Claudia recognized Beethoven, Verdi, Bach and Wagner despite the gloom. A moment later they stepped out into a cloistered court-yard that was a veritable blaze of colour. Neat rows of manicured hedges enclosed beautifully tended and well stocked flower beds. At the far end was a bronze and marble fountain depicting the three graces. Next to it, under the shade of a huge sprawling pepper tree, sat an old man. He.