His eyes closed and time passed.He sat up with a start. Had he fallen asleep? What time was it? He must have slept because some of the overwhelming we...riness he’d felt had left him.He took the bar of handmade soap and gave himself a good scrubbing, then piled out of the tub and grabbed a big warm towel. Sufficiently dry, he wrapped himself in his favorite thick red robe and headed for the bedroom.Quietly turning the doorknob, he crept in and closed the door just as quietly behind him. As his. Don't not talk to me..." Tears were running down her cheeks as she looked around the house."This is where you've mourned me for, how many years?" she asked him. "We need to get away from here. Do something together. Create something between us here, now – in the present." She stood up and gazed into his eyes. "Now is what matters ... Please, just touch me."They stood, gazing into each other's eyes for several minutes. Then he nodded, touching her cheek. "It really is you."She kissed him, tears. " How come you lot all have names beginning with M?" asked Georgie. "Isit some Irish custom?" Things to make you go MMM," quipped Rosie. Everybody laughed. Mollykissed Maria. "I'll give it some thought," said Rosie."Now. Mam'selle," said Rosie, "we need to talk about Helene."I gave an involuntary shudder. I was amazed that Rosie had persuadedher to sell. My wife had had several attempts at trying to buy herproperty, and they had ended badly. I never got involved, because, Iconfess, I found. Now all of a sudden it was a big deal, and there was no further mention of that older co-worker. She knew that something was going on.However, she decided not to confront him about it. It was nice to see him not so bitter about his life, and even nicer to be dating a person that had some money and was willing to spend it on her. There was one favor in particular that convinced her to not ask questions. A few days after Easter, she had a bad toothache. Two mornings later he drove her to Santa.