Sie würde gerne wieder als Tierärztin arbeiten, selbstständig sein ein eigenes Leben führen und, und sie musste allein bei dem Gedanken daran err�...ten, einen Mann haben mit dem sie Sex haben könnte.Ihr Mann interessierte sich nämlich seit nunmehr bald drei Jahren überhaupt nicht mehr für sie. Sie diente ihm als Begleiterin bei diversen geschäftlichen und gesellschaftlichen Veranstaltungen, an denen sie stets die Blicke der anderen Männer auf sich zog. Nur ihr eigener Mann war völlig. “Sounds like the way to go.”When Sarah got Detective Haldeman on the phone to ask for an update, she wasn’t prepared for what she got instead. The man was pissed.He struggled to keep his cool as he began, “Ms. Bernstein, don’t you think your piece on the Balan boy was a little over the top?”Now that she’d had a chance to rethink it, she knew he was right, but admitting a wrong wasn’t in her nature. “I don’t know what you mean, Detective. I only reported what you told me.”That reached him.. He was, of course, in the lead element and his group bore the burden of breaking the trail for the boats and supplies.He sat in his tent writing a letter to his wife hoping that she had recovered from the illness that had put her in her bed with Mistress Goodpenny tending the children. In this camp he had set aside an area for the sick to be deposited awaiting return to the point of origin near the coast. At least they would have the benefit of retracing their steps over marked trails and not. And the shoes are a detail that’ll stand out. Neither of us have ankle tattoos, so if anyone remembers us, it’ll be for our feet and the shoes. If we have to risk camera exposure, those’ll be the detail that draws the eye. Worst case, you have to live with the knowledge that somewhere in the South, a Baptist minister or politician is whacking off to a picture of your feet.” She lowered her sunglasses and looked me in the eye. “You get used to it.”It sounded logical.There were more protesters.