On this particular Monday, the few regular clients that frequented his shop decided to come in a bit early, leaving him with even more time to spare o...ce they were done. Just as he finished sweeping up the remnants of hair strewn about the ivory-tiled floor, the front door chimes rang briskly. Sunlight spilled through the opening as a familiar and welcome face walked in. It was Mrs. Matthew. Gregory grinned. “What a lovely surprise! I'm glad to see you, Mrs. Matthew,” he greeted her, receiving. She was leaning on a small school in the Chicago suburbs, which would allow her to live with Michelle and keep expenses down."And that way, you wouldn't have to worry about certain other stresses, too," Michelle piped in. Sarah grinned, bushed and nodded agreement."As long as we're on that subject, don't you have more to teach her?" Well, yes, there is more, but I thought she might be a little young..." is all I got out before Sarah was up and unbuttoning her blouse, heading for the. “I didn’t know he had anything big planned for me though, what I was gonna do might not be big enough.”“What were you gonna do?” Aunt Lisa asked.“Nope, I can’t tell you before he knows, you’ll have to find out after Randy does.”“What’s the big deal? It’s not like we’re gonna go run off and tell him…”“Yeah, I guess. Ok. I got him specially engraved dog tags with our faces on them and a message on the back of them. He’s gonna wear one and I’m gonna wear the other one.”“Dog tags? It is kinda. Thank you, Miss Grace.”“Would your wife be interested too?”A shadow passed across Chris’s face. “She died eighteen months ago.”“Oh, Chris, I’m sorry. I had no idea.”He smiled sadly. “No reason for you to have. She’d have loved it though. She was a contralto in the City Choir.”Grace touched his shoulder and moved on. Jeff Hardcastle was impressed.That interlude caused Grace to think when she returned to her office. The invitation assumed that she would still be singing with the choir. She needed.