’ She sounded shocked that anyone would call her Ma’am at her age, although the snow made it hard to really see her face. ‘Do you mind me asking...if that is your married name?’ A laugh answered his question. ‘Oh, no. It’s alright. After Samuel died, it was too painful to be called Mrs. Connors. I went back to my maiden name.’ Michael just made a face, not saying a word. Although ,that might have been because the wind had picked up, pushing snow in their faces. They stopped at Marie’s car,. Most of them hadn't been touched.Then I noticed that Gabrielle was sweating, her white skin flushed, a few locks of hair coming loose from her ponytail and falling over her cheeks to frame her face. She was panting, and then her attention moved away from the beakers and over to Mrs. Robinson. I focused in on the assistant, watching her glance at Mrs. Robinson then turn away, clearly waging a war inside of her mind that she seemed to be losing. At last, her eyes sharpened and she started moving. She stood there staring with a smile of pleasure on her face watching when she said she wanted me to do this in front of all three of them in the living room. I told her I don’t think I could do it. She proceeded to tell me how much fun it would be and the she knew that her friends would love to watch me. She grabbed my arm and gently tugged saying “come on, please.” I reluctantly stood up, not believing what I was about to do. As I stepped into the doorway entering the living room, I saw the. I would have been happy just to have your left over love, but you both have returned my love.You both have made me so happy, and to be considered equal, is more than I ever expected. But I understand your thinking, and I am both overwhelmed and so thankful to you both. To you Mark, for as Linda said, for allowing me to be whole as a person. To you Linda for all your help in finding myself, and for allowing Mark to be part of that process."The girls then sat quietly.So I took over and said, ".