" But they belong to all of us, you cant just destroy them." Fine," he said. "Take them, hide them away. I dont want to see thatface ever again." Whos... face?" I asked."This face. this stupid, ugly ..." He ran off, went into the bathroomand slammed the door behind him.I looked at the pictures and became even more confused.All the pictures were of him.I was still considering this, when I heard shouting coming from thebathroom.I got up, and made my way to the door, trying to hear what he. A pretty young woman walked over to him and asked if he was Jim Furol. He said that he was and she introduced herself."Where is your husband?" he asked.He saw tears come to her eyes and she sat down on her carryon an started to cry."I'm sorry. I thought I could hold it in until I was alone. Can we get a drink? I'm shaking inside. I don't know if I can face my mother right now. Maybe I shouldn't have come back here just now."He took her bag and led her to the airport lounge and sat in a booth.. "I am going to work out in the gym in a little while, can you join me?" she asked.I handed her one of the FedEx packets, "You read this and I will the other, and then I will join you," I replied.The one I opened was from Captain Peterson from the Rochester police department. It had been a month since we were there and I was beginning to think my initial thoughts on the problems there were correct, that the city would do nothing.I was wrong - they were just slow. I read the two page cover. He had the whole night planned to the very last detail and couldn't wait to surprise her with all of it. As he was standing in the airport waiting for her he still couldn't believe that she was coming. His Sunny finally face to face again it all seemed so surreal to him. He kept checking his watch until there she was coming down the stairs to the baggage claim. His heart stopped when he saw her. She was just as beautiful as he remembered if not more. She waved as she saw him and rushed into his.