They may wish to make conditions." Oh you are not going on about that silly thing are you? We all know that it was lies. Roger wouldn't do anything li...e that." Marilyn interrupted."Did you actually talk with Sarah about that?" No. My mother did and she said Sarah was telling lies." And you took your mother's word for it?" Jane nodded. I knew the signs; Marilyn was cocking both barrels and was going to fire soon."Well I did speak to Sarah. And she told me exactly what that pervert had tried to. The dragon wheezed.I sprang towards her head, her good eye staring at me as her body collapsed. The ground shook. I stumbled, fighting to keep my balance. I reached her throat. I put my sword against her neck, cutting into her flesh.And hesitated.Last night burned in my memory. Lady Delilah flashed through my thoughts. The gorgeous, sultry beauty who had inflamed my body and imagination as a girl. She was the reason I was a knight. She was my first crush, my first love. Yes, she had manipulated. But I needed something more, as Monsieur Poirot would have said, something to exercise those little grey cells.I've always been interested in writing; as a young man I had read voraciously and eclectically, so now I started visiting those on line websites where people put up their efforts of writing, which appeared to be mostly in the erotic if not downright pornographic genre. I thought that I might manage to do as well as most of the work I'd seen but to see if I had any sort of writing. At the top of the stairs stood the Man, his face set cold beneath his black beard. ‘You pushed me!’ shrieked the sister. ‘No,’ said the Man. ‘Don’t lie.’ The Girl felt the familiar anger rise. It made her want to rip the paper from the walls. She blinked away tears and found herself back on the driveway, surrounded by satellites of sorrow. She decided not to read any more cards. A swarm of people awaited them at the church. Was there another funeral on today? The Man did not know that many.