Sandra stood up and walked to the window. For a long time the two of them just stood still, trying to decipher Emily's sudden departure."Hey, look," S...ndra said suddenly. She held up an envelope."What is it?" Richard asked, moving close to her."A letter from Allison." Cool. Open it."Sandra hesitated. "Should we wait for Emily?" Um, it's address to the two of you. Maybe we should."Sandra glanced at the clock. "Let's go see if we can catch her before she goes into class." All right. I'd feel. He told me first to seat and enjoy some wine with them.He filled a glass of red wine for me and I started to drink with them. I was curious what kind of job I need to do so I was a little bit nervous.After the first glass, I asked again, what I need to do? My Boss told me that I am a nice boy (at that moment my body was very slim so I looked more like a girl. No hair on my body at all and smooth skin) and he like me not only like his worker. I was shocked, I didn't understand what He means and. When Mr. Bell died, I lost my best friend, and partner in the ball club. For me, the best thing was to let it all go and get on with raising our children, and living our lives.I was absent-mindedly petting Benjamin as I turned it all over in my head. He loved to sit up straight and let me rub my hand over the top of his head. That guy loved to be loved, and whenever I moved his skin around, while I petted him, he seemed to love it even more.Benjamin was a lot like me, I realized. He was a good. I did not, for instance, countenance ideas such as getting Alicia to entice him into some marriage-wrecking indiscretion. I do not consider myself a vindictive man, and what I wanted was a fitting revenge, not a disproportionate one. I decided that I wanted George to be unable to see me or think of me without feeling a sharp pang of envy. I mulled it over. In the evening I again found myself with Fran and Connie, this time joined by Elspeth who, I noticed, was making a late entry into my inner.