He expected her to fight. That was her nature, a fighter,5'2" of feisty determination. Perhaps she thought he didn't understand.He was difficult to re...d. He was mysterious. They would be marvelous together. The next day, he picked up the phone and asked her to meet him. She didn'tknow why she agreed. She needed time to think, but she was drawn. A magnetpulled her. Two hours later, they stood toe to toe. "You want to fight with me, don't you?" he asked. "I don't know what you mean," she replied,. " The Pixies were opening the boxes. Pete approved the stitchery. It was clean, neat and sharp. Nothing shabby there.After the women left, Pete looked up Goodnight Furniture on the net and called the owner. "This is Pete O'Neal at O'Neal Systems Consulting on West 72nd Street. You are making a delivery to the West Side Women's Shelter today, right?"The man said he was. "Please add five more and charge it to my credit card." Pete gave him the number. "List it as an anonymous donation. And the. ”I couldn’t deny that ... it HAD been exciting. Still: “You aren’t my bro, guy.”He glanced over at Demie and back to me. “She’s my sister, so you’re my bro-in-law, right? We’re family, bro.” He winked at me.“What’s he talking about?” I asked Demie.She rolled her eyes. “Well, you know how a marriage contract is supposed to be until you die? A deal with a demon’s forever. After you kick it, you’ll be in Hell with me, for all time. Of course, it’ll be a lot less pleasurable for you down there.”. "Katarameni gynaika," he muttered under his breath, pulling up an old crate to sit on."I don't have a clue what you said, old buddy, but it didn't sound nice."Finding some small relief in seeing his friend's eyes open, Niko shot him a sardonic smile. "I was cursing at my wife. She's a stubborn woman." Cut her some slack," Olan rasped. "She's had a pretty big shock." I know, but she can't seem to get her mind around having her husband back or give up the fool notion that she's going to be.