It was handed down to her from her parents, who handed that down from her grandparents; but that’s a completely different story and one not worth te...ling now.I am writing this as a way to journal my life experiences. My wife used to be a therapist. But she found it to be contriving. In fact, that’s how we met, and also another time for another story. My wife owns and runs a small hardware store. I guess you could say it’s an inheritance, but not through death. Again, long story. The store has. "I — " he began, just as Caroline also began, "I —"She smiled, and Simon waved to her to begin."I just wanted to say 'Thank you, ' for rescuing Marianne, and to see how you are," she said."No thanks needed, and I'm - well, not fine, but I'll be okay," he told her. "I need to start physio on this knee soon, which is going to be a pain in the arse, but Doc reckons I'll get most of the mobility back." Is that the best they can do?" 'Fraid so. Apparently I shouldn't have tried to walk on it and. At first, the other Overlords looked on only curiously, thinking that it had been a case of a debate that had turned to fisticuffs. It was only when Amanda had been carried out, the crossbow bolt spearing her calf and leaving a bright red trail of blood as they carried her from the bluff, had a sudden, shocked silence fallen on the others.Doran had been the first to venture into Gronnus' quarters after the Overlord had staggered out, pale and ill. Then Doran had looked inside and had become ill. He got up off of his knees and looked around to be sure he knew which way was east. Then he took one step forward before stopping in his tracks."Oh yeah," he said. "I've got to talk about why no one will ever truly love me."He couldn't think of anything though, and he stood there for a very long time. His mind was as tired as his body was, and even thinking was an effort of pure will power.Then he heard the birds singing and thought of Twitsie. He recalled the moment back at home in his bedroom.