From the master bedroom, Anna could still hear the mower running; she knew that her husband had to have seen Charles… she wondered if they'd spoken,...and she wished badly that she could run to her husband now, and that maybe somehow all of this could stop.45 minutes later, I had to go in. I was done mowing, and as of yet, I hadn't seen Charles leave or any sign of my wife. I felt that I needed to check on her. I could hear my wife speaking, and it sounded like she was pleading….along with some. I have to say your meticulous records are going to make my job much easier. The handwritten notes of each task that was done, backed up by detailed invoices are going to be difficult for BLS to counter anything we say as to what happened.”“How good are their records?” I asked.“I can’t say for sure, but the way they’re talking in the discovery hearings, they have little or nothing beyond invoices with little to no detail.”“You know, we should demand all of their design documents,” I said. “Then. No longer do they see the pain of the drunk in the alley. No more do they feel the cold of the forgotten ones.We discovered that we could separate. Separate from our stone bodies and our fixed positions high above the dirt and grime of the city below. Late at night, when clouds cover the moon and the shadows fall short on the pavement, when the cold wind blows and the few lost souls still wandering the street shiver and draw deeper into their chins and collars. It's not hard. It's painful at. We had exchanged pictures revealing far more than just our nice smiles. My hopes of actually getting together had grown exponentially when she volunteered her phone number and suggested I text her. The photos she texted made me want to crawl through the phone to touch her, to taste her and to please her. Our conversations had stretched far into the wee morning hours as neither of us seemed to be able to say good-bye. We talked about everything but it always seemed to come back to what we wanted.