Eventually, we exchanged pictures, each of us assuring the other we found nothing but delight in what we saw. Then we exchanged more revealing picture..., and again assured each other that we found delight in all that we saw. Our daily emails continued, daily updates and quips, encouragement and successes, and a shoulder when needed. One day that silly Carley Jepsen song came on, ‘Here’s my number, so call me maybe…’ I couldn’t resist, my next email read the subject as the song title and the body. "You could get hurt Clint, or worse... killed." The love mixed with fear in her eyes ripped him to shreds, but they needed the money this would bring. Before he could argue this with her for the millionth time in the last week, he saw the lights of Matt's car come down the street. Madison saw them too and she grabbed his arm."I'm not going to beg you to stay. It only will hurt me more. Just... just come home." She said. She'd cry the moment the door shut; he could hear it in her voice. Cupping. ‘Yes?’ he asked of the woman standing in the interior hallway. ‘I am Sharon, I heard from Marty, on the desk, that you were asking about that man who ran off the cliff?’ Since it was a question, Artie answered her. ‘Yes I am. I am with the insurance company.’ He didn’t feel it necessary to tell her which one. She seemed to be way too interested in him for some reason. She finally noticed his curious look. She went on in what seemed to be an embarrassed voice. ‘I am sorry to stare but the other. Aduku nan appo nan kilamburen anni nu sollitu kilamba ponen. Appo avanga ennoda veetukarar vara night 10 mani agum adu varikum bore adikum, adu nanle pesitu iru nu sonnanga, sari nu nanum pesitu irunden, appo ketanga nee epdi da ivlo sivappa irukkue nu ketanga aduku nan apdiye poranduten anni nu sonnen, sair da nu sollitu avanga roomku poitnanga aduku appuram nan kilamburada venama nu yosichutu irukkurapa avanga rooma vitu veliya vandanga,Vandu en pakkutule ukkandu sonnanga,Irfaan enakku pulla.