Then he called dispatch on his radio, told them he’d finished with the crash investigation and was returning to patrol. Later that day, Rod was in t...e office not long before the end of his shift, finishing up the paperwork on the crash. ‘I wonder…’ he thought, as he put the finishing touches on the diagram of the crash. ‘I wonder what Mrs. Whitman would do if I called her.’ He got Rhonda Whitman’s phone number from the crash report and dialled it. The phone rang, and was picked up after three. Does that answer your question?” “I guess so,” Orrin answered, still wondering why Paul thought he was meant to have it, but he just accepted his answer. He began going to Paul’s house, first one day a week, then two, then almost every day and Paul taught him to play. He told Orrin he was was a natural and gifted musician. He said he must let the nails of his right hand grow long in order to play properly, and though his mother objected to the long nails, when she knew why, she left him alone. " It's Sunday, Sho. Pretty much everywhere's closed. I have to get ready for church in a minute." Somewhere's got to be open, surely. What do people do on a Sunday?" They go to church," Hope said. "Are you going to come?" I don't think so. It'd be a bit hypocritical of me, don't you think? Will your dad be going?" Of course." And the maids?" Yes." Hope smirked, picking up her tea to wash down her breakfast."So," Shawna reasoned, settling down in her seat with a broad grin of her own, "Marcus. Sagarkia was seeing me from behind her kitchen door and we both looked into each other as if love suddenly was a different meaning for both of us.She was looking deep into me and I too was smiling and looking into her. We got engaged and soon after our marriage was solemnized. Ironically that passion could never be ignited till we got married as we did not get time to meet after that first meeting of ours.Today I was married to sagarika in the afternoon followed with all rituals that needed to.