“And so are you,” she said. “And you’re a beautiful person as well. I don’t deserve you.”“I think we deserve each other.” I said. This...time she made no verbal reply but nodded her head.Then she said as an afterthought, “I think that ‘than’ is a conjunction! Therefore ‘she’, not ‘her’!”I groaned. We left the grammatical argument there – a lawyer and an English undergraduate.Next day I was in the office at seven thirty, with a bleary eyed Zena next door, who had complained about my enthusiasm for. Getting paid from work, gets me some retail therapy. Again I finished the day off and went to bed early, dreaming of my time with Diana.I’m up early and dress in my new clothes, sort the shopping at work and begin to drive over. I’m really keen today, five minutes and I’m at Diana’s house. She’s not in the kitchen, and the garage door is up and David’s car is there. I feel a little disappointed, then see him come out with Diana, Helene and Fiona, he loads them in the car, cases and boxes. After the thing with John, I cooled off for a while. When we got back from visiting John, we talked and I explained to her where I was coming from. She blamed the whole series on me being a stupid man who needed to prove himself, and she wasn’t wrong. For a while, we went back to our normal life and everything was fine.Then, one day, I was looking around on her Twitter page and found something arousing. Before you jump to any conclusions, she wasn’t cheating or thinking about cheating. Her. Watching Sam hold the entire audience in the palm of his hand, I was reminded of Charles Thornton, my mentor and once upon-a-time, boss. Thinking about Charles sent a spike of pain straight to my heart. Remembering his wife, daughter and little Casey threatened to make me mad all over my body.Those who killed my friend and boss paid a terrible price. Ken Stanton literally blew himself up thinking he was killing me. With him on the plane of death was most of his cabal of idiots. Their trail of.