Now I was her, I had to find it in my heartto do the same."Hi Robert! I'm back!" I kissed him on the cheek through hisbristles. This close a surge of ...ody odour closed around my facebut I suspended the breath in my throat and smiled.I kept my face close to his. He turned his head to look at me.I looked at his dopey eyes and heavy brow, his crooked nose andthe moustache curling over his lip and I tried very hard to seewhat it was that drew the original Melissa to him in the firstplace. Then I. Another gust of wind, Genevieve looked outside for a moment and Diana wondered if she might be imagining her own life someday. Feeling protective, the boss offered what she knew was a lie.“It’s not that bad, really. You get used to it.”“I don’t think I could ever get used to that. I just enjoy it so much. Somebody’s hands on me, feeling that connection, losing myself in it all.”“Well…”They looked at each other, a pause full of meaning or maybe awkwardness. More rain, September coming on strong.. The house was quiet but I knew Mitch would be coming out soon. I had no idea about Hansen. But, I needed to chance it, if just for a moment. I crouched down, spreading my knees wide. I held Blackie’s head between my knees, I saw his nostril flare at the scent he was picking up, but he didn’t advance on me despite my open invitation. My robe! He could see, he could smell me, but I had clothes on. I undid the tie around my waist and flung the robe open, exposing my front to him. It was enough, it. And she thought.And she thought some more. Clarity was slow to come, but gradually things started to take shape in her mind.When John walked in, coming home from work, she had the beginnings of a plan for what to do. What to do for HER. As her mind grappled with the immensity of the situation, she had gradually been transitioning from grief to anger. And boy was she angry!“Hello John,” she said coolly. John took one look at her sitting at the kitchen table with that big glass of wine and a look.