Darcy. Mr. Darcy." She sounded cheerful, but got a menacing snarl from Marcy in return.Marcy stormed in. "Damn you, Al Bundy!" she screamed. "You'v... ruined my life! Mr. Hashimoto is coming back into town, and he is expecting some more action!" She was about to cry. "What the hell am I going to do? And it's all your fault!"Al looked at her angrily. "How could it be my fault. It was Kelly's company and that damned spray. I was as much a victim as you were!"Marcy screamed. "Somehow,. I cringed my head away and clinched my eyes tight as I took hold of his head and tried to push him away forcefully. To my chagrined there was another flash and the whirl of gears I could not figure out what was going on till I saw a bright flash and heard the distinctive sounds of a Polaroid Camera. I Managed to raise my head up just high enough to see the top of the bedroom door open and close and could hear the giggle of a female outside the door. In a panic I whispered to Daniel '...let up. If I wanted a rifle capable of putting a shot in a one-inch target at three kilometers, I didn't scrounge some conduit and a bit of lumber from a discarded desk, I found a competent professional and paid."John looked a little shocked. "Rifle? I am not sure I..."Kat waved him off. "It doesn't matter. The point is that I am willing to pay for expert advice, and if you won't let me pay, then I can find someone who will."Anna, who had sat and watched this exchange with a slight frown on her face,. She is able to walk alone, in peace, in this oasis from the bustle of the city; able to give herself an opportunity to reflect on the passing of time and the fragility of life.She should feel some form of gratitude, she tells herself. To be spared the decrepitude of old age, that slow, downwards descent into incapacity as bit by bit, her body surrenders to infirmity and decay. But how should she to spend her last few years - or perhaps months? What ambitions remained unfulfilled? What.