.?" Ronnie seemed confused. "It's no secret that you hated him, Ron. Everybody knew it." "Betty! How could you think... I would never... Archiekins, s...y something!" "Ron, I... I don't know what to think." "Think I didn't DO anything," Ron implored. "I--I'd like to," he began, "But this..." he held up the wallet, "here? I...I don't know what it means." "I know what it means," snapped Betty. The others turned to look at her. "It means she killed him," she spat. "That's right. Sweet little. He lives close to Boston and I told him he had to be patient and there were no guarantees that we would ever meet. I knew I had to keep him in check and he didn’t text when I told him not to — but I didn't want him to be submissive either. We chatted over the weekend and into the next week. By then, I knew I would let him have me — but I wasn’t going to let on how much I wanted him.On Tuesday at work, I got a surprise text from my loving husband saying he was going over to his pal Steve's house. Now don’t get me wrong, I can hold my own with the best of them, but there’s something about ‘sampling’ wine in the midst of good conversation with a great friend that makes you lose count of both time and how many glasses you’ve sampled. It wasn’t long before we both were feeling the effects of all the cabernet sauvignons, merlots, chardonnays and chiantis. Take two giddy people who are very comfortable with each other, fill them full of wine and then set them lose in a beautiful botanical. " I promise," said Mark. "We talk regularly when we're apart." Good. I know your parents will do the same but it helps to have someone of a similar age around the place."Mark nodded."I'd like it if you were to keep in touch." I'd like that too," he smiled.She patted him on the arm. "Au revoir then," she said."What was all that about?" demanded Serena."Tell you later."A marquee had been erected in the garden and eventually they were shepherded into it for an excellent lunch. There was a seating.