. I wish... uh... will ya walk with me a few minutes?" Shore I will, Abe. Where ya want ta go?" Nowhere in particular, I jus' wanna walk with ya fer a...few minutes, ifen ya don't mind." Why, Abe, I'd be pleased ta go anywhere with ya. Jus' give me a minute ta git the last of these dishes washed an' I'll be ready ta go." I'll he'p ya, ifen ya like, Miss Abigail." Thank ya, Abe. That's mighty kind of ya." Actually, Abigail didn't need any help, she had the job so well organized, but she was. I closed the booth up and then started locking up the entrance so that no one else could get in for the night. “Hey,” I heard the guy yell, trying to get my attention. He was probably drunk…or lost his keys…or who knows what. “Yeah, what is it?” I replied, annoyance clear in my voice. “I’m waiting for a friend…but he hasn’t shown up yet. Is it too late to go in and find him?” he asked, coming closer. His speech sounded a little slurred. I stifled a sigh…I hated dealing with assholes like. So I decided to talk with her. I went near her and askedI – hi. Can I join with you or you are waiting for someone???She – I am waiting for my friend but she will not come. You can join with me.I – you are looking gorgeousShe – thanks for your complimentI introduced myself to her about my career and lifestyle.She told about her. Her name is Divya and she is 29. Her husband is a businessman and went out for a business trip so only she came today for the pub. She is talking good and feels very. I was devastated with guilt for what I already put Beth through if Paul was right and she had been drugged.When I got home, I ran through my broken front door and grabbed Beth as we both cried tears of sorrow, of love, of guilt, of forgiveness, of comfort—we had a lot to cry about.Beth and I sat on the couch muttering words of regret and forgiveness as we kissed. Melody started cleaning up broken trinkets and Paul worked on a temporary fix on the front door.As they finished and sat with us, I.