I realised she must have retired for the evening. I took the stairs towards our bedroom. The very same stairs that only hours before I saw her walk up...hand in hand with her lover up to our bedroom. My breath shortened as those feelings of seeing them together returned as I now walked up those stairs. I knew it would be hard to remove the vision of them together out of my mind. Whenever I felt anxious I always reminded myself how lucky I was. Liz had just touched forty, but looked ten years. She realized this wasn't the first time she'd looked at Amy this way."Emily's still at the soccer match, it's an away game today," said Marsha, wondering why Amy didn't know that. "She won't be home until close to 8:00. Let me get you something hot to drink. Tea? Hot cocoa?" Tea would be nice, Mrs. Walker." Amy smiled as she lay the damp dishtowel on the kitchen island. "So I've discovered Mrs. Walker's fountain of youth," nodding to Marsha's exercise mat. "Emily says you're addicted." "No more. ‘We can. We’ll just have to settle for less until our next haul.’ She could hear her father think on the other side. ‘All right then, how much?’ he asked. Isabelle looked at Jean-Marie but before she could speak he held up his hand. ‘More money wouldn’t satisfy my needs.’ ‘Then what do you need?’ she asked, eyeing him suspiciously. ‘What do you think?’ he asked, looking past her at the empty desk on the other side of the glass wall. Isabelle connected the dots. ‘A personal assistant!?’ He. Watch." He turned the front towards her. A large, round circle, a foot wide, sat on a skeletal frame. A wooden arrow, attached to the center, pointed straight up. Adjusting a few things out of her sight, Liuz poured water into the top. "I'm turning it on."As she heard the sound of water and turning gears, the arrow slowly moved. She watched, entranced, as it moved around the circle. After completing one rotation, it began to slow. It stopped."See? I only get one rotation out of this much water..