‘Put your feet up on the edge of the bath so I can wash you,’ Robert said. Clara, still looking dazed, didn’t move, so he picked up one foot an... lifted it to rest on the edge of the bath. ‘You’re so bossy,’ she said, sitting upright and bringing her foot back down. He smiled at her. ‘You like bossy, admit it.’ He put his hand under the water for her foot. ‘Sometimes.’ She moved it out of his way. ‘I just don’t know if I could stand being married to a man who was so overbearing.’ Robert’s heart. It all seemed very surreal, now.After Leon got off work, they headed over to his house, and loaded Scooter's stuff in the van while his wife made dinner. They spent a lot of the evening telling Grand Canyon rafting stories, and having a good time. "Scooter," he said finally. "I thought it was a long shot when you went out there, and probably not going to work out for you. It looks totally the opposite to me, and things are working well for you. I'm glad to see it." In spite of some tough times,. That night I went home and pulled out the combat knife. I pressed it against my right arm, just above where the last cut was made and drew the knife across the skin. Blood welled up immediately and the pain was fleeting, but the physical pain chased away the emotional pain, at least for a while it did. Those were the first times I cut myself, on accident, and then on purpose. I continued to do it up ’til now. I still do it, but I’ve gotten better at controlling my emotions. I would cut myself. Well, no need now. I will return the car to you in a few days when I have a replacement. I guess I should have known that this could not last. Keep the rest of my clothes maybe they will fit the next guy. Good bye”Without taking the normal split second to think if I should hit “Send” I just clicked on the tab and off the email went. I then busied myself with the day’s work and got ready for the days practices.Some unknown amount of time later my email notice chimed and an icon popped up letting.