”“Fuck your blessed lenience!” she screamed, and began to pummel his chest with her little fists. “You’re not the nice man you pretend to be... you’re a monster just like you look. You’re ugly and you smell bad and I’m going to rip the pages out of your books and stamp on your stupid flowers and smash everything in your house until there’s nothing left!”She heaved in a great breath and prepared to continue her tirade, but The Beast was dragging her to the bed by one arm that he clenched with. It was our wish that we become betrothed after the official mourning period was over, and a decent interval had passed. She was the mother of my new born son who to all intents and purposes was the progeny and heir of her late aged husband. But Helen and I knew otherwise. Unfortunately, my late fiancée Anne - Marie who at the time was the Lady Helens closest friend, knew who the father of Helens child was – she had, after all arranged it and connived in our illicit coupling.Now of course the. ’ ‘I’m so sorry.’ ‘Don’t be. We had a good life together. I only wished I enjoyed it more. One day, I walk in the door on a wonderful summer night and she tells me she went to the doctor and there’s a problem. By Christmas she was dead. I spent a year mourning her then woke up the following Christmas Day to Joy to the World on the radio and decided to get back to living.’ There’s a glimmer in his eyes that’s truly beautiful. I’m lost in them. I see my hand reach up and do something I’d never. Ten minutes later he walked briskly to his Subaru, brand new video camera under his arm. Turning into the driveway he spotted Mel in the front yard, t-shirt and shorts, working in the shrubs in front of her house. He sat the bag with the video camera on his front steps. “Hi Mel,” he yelled out as he headed down the bank to her driveway. “How was your first day on the job?”“Oh hi, Ricky,” she replied, standing and shaking the dirt from her rubber-gloved hands. It was a good day, not much work.