Things cannot be fair. No thing should be what it cannot be."The old man looked down at her nose. Her nose was not small, but it was small enough. The...bridge swept down from her forehead in a gentle concave curve to its rounded tip. It turned up a fraction and it splayed no more than it protruded from her profile. It was a fine nose. It was a beautiful nose on a woman. It was a fine nose to place between two big dark eyes."You are young and you are pretty. You have learned nothing. You have. I'm ready to come back to you and the boys." Really?" Donna said dryly. "Pardon me if I'm a little puzzled, Carl, but a few days ago you said you were going to marry this girl. She didn't dump you, did she?"He got even redder."Would you believe she decided I'm too old for her?" he sneered. "The stupid little bitch had it made, and then she decides to run off with some young stud she met at the bowling alley."Donna turned away to hide a smirk. So Carl had gotten a taste of his own medicine? She. Sandy had prepared a roast beef sandwich, with several good handfuls of potato chips next to it. There was ginger ale in a bottle next to her, and she poured herself a generous helping. After devouring the sandwich while reading the book (which was Hounds of the Baskervilles), the majestic clocked chimed two o'clock in the kitchen. There was a sound of a door opening somewhere, and James Fisher entered the room. Sophie was struck at how handsome he was. His eyes were so blue they looked. "I even know a nice little place that has a cool veranda with a table, and a couple of chairs," I grinned."Your place... ? Right... ?" she grinned."Yeah, "I admitted, "Guilty as charged!"Thinking about it for a moment, she finally gave me a sweet wistful little smile."Sure... , why not. I don't have any other plans," she confided."You sure I'm not keeping you from other things?" she asked."Only what I do everyday." May I ask what that is?"she said."Nothing." Oh... ," she laughed. "You're one of.