Carol and I been there,dressed all in black, as the body of Officer Ray Peralta was lowered intothe ground. His fellow cops all offered their condolen...es, several ofthem kneeling down and hugging me, none of them knowing it wasn't theircolleague in that casket but our daughter, Eloise. Carol's face was amask of grief, but at least the dark glasses hid her eyes. I had topretend a certain level of incomprehension, the small child not reallyunderstanding that her Daddy wouldn't be coming home. “Okay,” she said. “I need to get my rolling up to standard, and there are is least one of the main motions that I don’t feel confident with.”I grinned. She was always beautiful but the distant orange glow of streetlights made her look utterly gorgeous this evening. “Let me guess,” I said. “The mourosouri kokyouhou?” It was a motion that our teacher had told us was exceptionally hard to master – that even the highest-level black belts wouldn’t necessarily have it right. Helen being Helen, she. They hadn't spent quality timetogether for a while, not since they had that short break in Cornwall.That had been so much fun, eating ice cream on the cliffs...it wasstrange, because he thought Marion had never liked ice cream before. Shepreferred baked goods like a danish, or a cinnamon roll...Jasonviolently shook his head, and tried to remember what he had beenthinking about before. Elaine, something to do with Elaine...For several days, Jason tried to get some control back in his life. Buthe. I really wanted to spend more time with you my love," she said sweetly.Henry's heart fluttered when she called him that."I see you at school, but you know how I can't get my hands all over you there. I just want to see you. I miss you." I know. I want to see you too. I miss you so much."Marissa sighed softly. "Can I come down to the park to watch you get so sweaty that you have to take off your shirt?"Henry blushed. "Yeah, if you want to. I need a cheerleader."Marissa chuckled. "Ok. I'm going.