I didn't get on too badly with Penny, number three, but the current one, Cerise, is an A1 bitch."Jean could not help herself and giggled."What's so fu...ny?" Cerise! What a name! Is it her real one or her stage name?"Court could not help but smile back. "No idea," he said.Jean giggled again. "Was she a pole dancer?"Court could not help himself and roared with laughter and, as Jean had hoped he would, relaxed."Ai would nevah have stewped so low," he mimicked.They both collapsed with laughter."So. Itjust doesn't sit very well. So, I kept myself pretty busy with thoughtsof what is going to happen to me, and I had begun to clean the house.Without Becca there, the house was beginning to become a pig sty.Now, I had never "cleaned" before. I didn't know much about it. So, Itried using the vacuum on the carpets and I tried to make sure that allof trash was picked up--you know, the easy stuff. It didn't really helpme to cope, but it was something to do.It never occurred to me before, but the. Tragically it was the little old lady, Mrs. Sarah as she liked to be called, not my other neighbor Fred the HOA president. Mrs. Sarah combined the three traits I had valued in a neighbor - mostly absent from my life, nice when I ran into her, and easy going when I had to deal with her. Her tree falling on my fence had been an example of the last. But my yard crew had cut it up and installed the replacement fence boards she bought and so it was all done and dealt with. She was a lovely lady.I. We lived in the same city and shared more than a few interests. We became friends a few months into it, sharing more and more time together. We even bought a membership in the same gym, although it was not conveniently located for neither of us, had a couple of double date-dinners with our wives, which seem to head it off as well. It was not uncommon for us to go see each other randomly for this or the other, watch a game, go grab a few beers or work out. During one of those meets, that was.