"You had a brother named Sargon, right? Sargon Faramir Schumacher works, I think," I smiled at her, making her face light up as she returned the smile..."Thank you, Master. Thank you so much for that. I'm gonna miss my brother, but knowing that our son is named after him will help with that pain, at least a little," Sandra beamed.Those of us able to lift anything then carried Sandra and little Sargon to the same room where just earlier that same day, my daughter had been born. It occurred then. I’m planning on writing more so let me know how to improve. Hope you enjoy. ***** Harold Thompson has woken up promptly at 8 o’clock every morning for the last six months and sees nothing but an empty side of the bed where his wife used to sleep. Her name was Deanna. He thinks about her every day how she’d always smile as he woke up and tells him good morning. Now there are no more good mornings for Harold. At age 56, Harold was never as physically active as he was before. He spends most of. Kathleen and I got in at dusk and put the horses to bed. She put her hand in mine as we crossed the stable yard, so I gave her a little kiss and thanked her for her company. She was blushing a little as we made our way into the kitchen for supper. By the expressions on their faces Angela and Skye had both noticed and the ‘plan’ went into phase two. By ten o’clock that night Angela and Jack had gone to bed, leaving Skye, Kathleen and me sitting round in the parlour. Skye was in disgrace, as. But I’ve used my situation to inform on some of my more unpleasant colleagues. A couple attempts at blackmail amongst them. But others ... just needed taking care of. And she’s got enough fingers in all kind of pies to keep me from being known as the informant,” she laughed. “Hanna does like her pies.”“And you?” Karissa asked the older woman.“Of course. But not for a while. Since my lover died.”“Sorry.”“Thanks.” The haircutting ended. “Let’s get you dyed.”She led Karissa out of the chair to one.