Cried. Played some more. Cried some more.Gentle knock on the door."Come in."Ysabela with a tray covered with a white cloth. "Kara. I am so sorry. I ma...e these for you." She presented me with a plate of little tamales wrapped in real banana leaf wrappings. "Do you wish to talk?"Plump, middle-aged Guatemalan friends are a good place to cry one's soul out.I decided that I needed to get on with life. Dad's house was my only real option for living. Since Mom's mother died, her dad was in no position. And I made sure I went there, often… – – – – – Friday morning I woke up with a smile on my face. I couldn’t remember what I’d been dreaming about but I strongly suspected it was something about me and John. I had a short workday ahead of me and as I got ready for work I thought about some of the things he’d told me about his life, his ex-wife, their life together and the way he felt he had to keep Sam safe and away from his violent nature. Somehow I still felt sorry for the mother that wasn’t. Unless the defendant appealed. And he might appeal. Like his lawyer, he was stupid enough. A hand tugged at his robe, and he turned with an irritation that evaporated the moment he saw who was doing the tugging.“Geeta! How did you know I’d be here today?” As usual, the young woman was the perfect image of subcontinental feminine pulchritude: tall, her hair long, shiny and ink-black; her café au lait complexion setting off her green eyes, her smile revealing perfect white teeth. She wore an. With a few moments to recover, they quickly dress and compose themselves. With another kiss they walk hand in hand back toward the elevators. They pass more alcoves on the way but stop at the entrance to one that has alot of sounds coming from it, to both of their surprise, sounds that are familiar to both. As Leo and Leslee look inside, to their shock they see their spouses locked in a passionate embrace, completely naked, and having intercourse. Not knowing what to think or do, they stand.