Brushing my teeth and giving my face a basic wash I yawned as I walked out the bathroom and my room all the way into the kitchen where my husband was ...nd gave a deep tired sigh, propping my chin on the top of his head while snaking my arms around his waist as he was standing there carefully watching an omelet that must’ve been in there for less than three seconds.“Are you still sore from yesterday?” He plainly asked, unbothered by the fact that he was now trapped in my hold.I grunted, still too. Lying alone once again, he’d drift to sleep, but even in his dreams, he could not escape the lovely Catharine. Life went on around Pierre, though he paid it very little attention. He was lost in a world where Catharine was queen. He’d think of her at the worst times, standing in line at the bank, sitting in the paper gown at the doctor’s office, even during his first root canal. His visions of Catharine seemed to do more to numb the pain than the anesthesia. As months pressed past, he realized. His father then took a new job in my hometown. From that period I knew mostly everything as at that time we were’ joined at the hip’ as my folks always said. There were no real amazing insights until Greg Sands joined the Army. This is the part of the report that everything became clear to me and made me realize I had to get out of the middle of this. I knew all about basic training as we went through that together. The real interesting reading was when Sandman had completed his special forces. "I've got your letter," he began calmly.In the room the silence was dense for a while and Martha looked at her husband with fear.Max carried on. "I cannot say I was happy when I read your letter, but I had almost one day to digest it." My priest told me it's better to be with God without lies. I'd like to have my soul cleaned," Martha replied.Max swallowed."I know it isn't easy to read my confession, but I want to relieve my soul before my death to go to heaven," she added.Max wanted to yell at.