I'll merely have added that desire to so many others, waiting the right time.And that will have taken us only into the last, lingering, death of winte..., not the birth of spring.She squirmed around in his arms to kiss him. They hugged until he turned his back to adjust his stiffness within his trousers. He held her with her back to his front again, and blew across her hair."Somehow," she said, "I suspect that you have something planned for the spring." In the spring," he said. "The mares will. Why do you ask?" she asked."How difficult would it be to find someone to replace you? Is there anyone you know who would want the job?" I asked her."I'm sure there is someone here in Kupolinis that would like to take over. It's a good job and my boss is nice to everyone, my king," she said still puzzled where I was going with this."Well, then I want you to go to work tomorrow and tell them you will be quitting. Give them some time to find a replacement for you–I don't want to make it hard for. Mann, I was so happy to see that you called, sorry it took me so long to get back to you, I've just come out of a movie. Do you still need a babysitter tomorrow?" "Yes, I sure do Jenny. I would need you to pick the kids up at day care by 5 PM, feed them and get them down for the night. I should be home by 11." "That sounds great to me, Mr. Mann, I'll take good care of the kids and look forward to seeing you, whenever you get home." What a relief, I hung up and took a deep breath. The call was. She's not coming back."When she admitted that Heather was not coming back I jumped at the chance to take the room. "Okay, I'll move in there," I said, thinking that my mother was resigned to the fact that Heather was gone, possibly forever. I looked over at Becky and she nodded to me, agreeing, I think, that I was doing the right thing.We went to inspect the room. It was about one-forth the size of my room at the Oldham home and it was cluttered with Heather's belongings. In other words, it was.