We went down to the kitchen and Rhonda grabbed her paper bundle. They'd been delivering them to our house all summer. I started mixing the ingredients...for my bread while she snapped rubber bands around the papers for delivery. We didn't really say much. I poured her a glass of juice and she packed her news bag as I set the bread dough up to rise for the first time."Are you sure you don't want me to ride with you, honey? This is our special time." It is, Brian. It is. But I'll be faster. "Yeah, I know. We could go riding this morning," Ken suggested."That sounds good," Katie said. She ate her breakfast and then joined Ken in the barn. He was almost finished saddling the horses. She came up behind him and put her arms around his waist. He turned around and nudged her up against a horse stall. He kissed her softly as he felt her breast with one hand and groped her ass with the other. She closed her eyes and let his hands roam over her body. When he began massaging her vagina over. Second-hand stories full of colourless descriptions, worn conversations, recycled jokes. Repetitive and stale and maddening and so useless that it made him want to kill himself.He wanted to see her. There was a party at her neighbours’ house tonight, the Williamsons. She’d be there. He could go and see her for himself. Couldn’t he? Why couldn’t he? Why hide? He realised he was entertaining the idea and he frowned hard. He retrieved the soap and scrubbed himself methodically. He didn’t like. “That would be an exercise in futility, Mr. Renard. I am a ghost, and my employer holds a very powerful position in England.” “Would you be disappointed in me if I accepted the money? Five million dollars is one hell of a remedy for any guilt I might feel,” I calmly replied. He snickered, “I take it you will agree to break Ms. Kent’s heart? I am not disappointed in you, Mr. Renard. I am disgusted with you. Text me your banking information. The remedy for your guilt will be transferred once.