I worked out daily hoping the endorphins would assuage my soul. They didn’t - gone before I left the gym. I kept up appearances, maintained the same...very short beard Addison had so liked.I’d discovered McEwan’s, a gourmet food shop in Don Mills and, like now, I browsed for premade meals, not that interested, not that hungry. Food was fuel, nothing more.Since her passing four years ago, I’d hired a house cleaning service to do that which I found impossible - to care. The house, garden, and pool. I can’t tell if it’s a question or a demand, but I nod, regardless.She sighs, a cooing giggle trickling from her throat. Raising her fingers to her mouth, she gives two of them a suck, withdrawing them slowly from her plush, crimson lips, and painting them with one final drag of her tongue for good measure. I can see the sheen of saliva coating her fingers as she reaches down to her crotch. Another playful giggle slips through her grinning teeth like an amused child playing with dolls, before. "She opened the door for us to go down to dinner and there, to mysurprise, stood Helmut."Shall we?" he said offering me his arm. I took it and he led me down thestaircase and into the dining room. I knew he was grateful to me for mypart in ensuring the mysterious contents of that envelope didn't fallinto the wrong hands, but all this attention and old world courtesyseemed a bit over the top. Wernher was already waiting for us when wearrived, but only after Gerda and I were seated did the men. Not to mention aiding Ann; well MsMercer and Ms Sherrim," I answered somewhat troubled.She just stopped me in the hallway and looked me in the face like sheexpected to find something."You have no idea what this means, do you?" she asked somewhere betweenamused and baffled."Apparently not, clue me in," I answered, feeling once again I hadmissed something.She just groaned, and pulled me along again. "Girls aren't givingresponsibility until they are viewed as stable enough to handle it.That means.