She seems so comfortable. I decide to leave her be. Something about the familiarity of the gesture tugs at me, but I ignore it."They're just typical s...op buildings – rectangular and concrete. The one on the left is taller and there is a big sign at the top. I can't read the sign from here, though." Never mind. That's plenty to go on. Would you pick out a colour for me?"The small figure leaning against me feels so much like my daughter that I forget.I put my arm around behind her so she can lean. "I was a little uncomfortable with this conversation, for several reasons. One, I wasn't entirely sure whether I had 0, 1 or 2 girlfriends. Hell, I wasn't even sure I'd have two FRIENDS when we got to Arizona next month. Two, it's real easy to sound like you're bragging when you start talking details about your simultaneous relationship with two girlfriends. Mom always said 'a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell, ' so I always found these probing questions uncomfortable.But there was something. "I made a conscious effort to breathe. With my fingers starting to tremble, I signed where he indicated, he gave me my copies, and I saw him walk back to the parking lot and drive off.My eyes now began to focus on the document. In bold type right across the top it said "PETITION FOR ENSLAVEMENT OF DEBTOR".Becky had walked up to stand next to me and also saw that heading."Why do they need your help with an enslavement proceeding, Steph?"Give me a minute Beck." I had a dawning premonition about. Which is why I did what I did, when I did.Only a few days before I planned for us to meet up again, she started dating. Another sign of returning normality. I first spotted the guy when he joined her during our usual latte together outside the gym. We were each sat at our separate tables, her reading the paper, me flirting with the waitress. And suddenly this guy shows up. Nice enough looking, a sort of Travolta aged 30. But more like a younger, pulp fiction Travolta, not the Saturday Night.