The place was a tip, she really hadn’t had much of a chance to tidy up while she’d been working on the contract for Cerys. Of course, she thought,...if Lionel was into the same sort of things as Gordon was she’d have someone to clean up her flat too.As she rolled over in bed she caught sight of her handbag sitting on the table. Sticking out of the front pocket was the corner of a folded paper. It was the note that Lionel had written. Allison realised that in her haste to sort things out for Cerys. In my mind’s eye I saw an old man outside in the storm with a big mutt slung over his shoulder, and cringed. I shook my head and got back into the car. What else was there to do? ‘The dog’s gone too,’ I said as I buckled my belt. She didn’t reply, and that was good. That was real good. I knew she had a dozen questions about what happened, but so did I, and I think she knew that. Marriage is a sort of telepathy, and I think she knew that I didn’t have a clue what had just gone on in that storm.. ’ ‘Well, how ’bout a movie. Lemme finish my shower and I will go with you.’ Mary tried to walk calmly to the shower as Grant went back to the living room, a place he was definitely becoming comfortable in. He heard the shower running and Mary humming something. Mesmerized, he followed the lovely sound. As he reached the door to her bathroom, he gave it a slight nudge and faced an onslaught of steam. As his eyes adjusted, he hazarded a glance. There she was. Through the obscured glass, he could. To Dawn there were things that felt wrong, but she couldn't put her finger on them.Some were obvious. Others were quite subtle.For one, she thought that she should have had brown hair. And secondly, she didn't remember having plump lips that looked like they had been pumped up with a liquid.But there were many other little changes that confused her. Like, why should she like this awful man?Dawn looked at Fink. He reclined in his chair behind a large, oak desk. She didn't know why, but she felt.