She was a housewife and mother and liked to escape to the grocery story. She’d walk up and down the aisles thinking of great menu ideas she’d like...to make. She just liked to get lost and not be bothered for a while.Katherine was quite miserable in her life. She missed working and instead cared for her three children and her husband. She had an infant, a toddler and a preschooler. She was tired of playing games and washing clothes, cooking and caring for her family.Her husband worked for himself. "We ate for a few minutes."What about costs?" Pretty much a wash. $90-110 per capita. Plus extras." Extras?" Flowers, music, gratuities." I wrote. "I get $3200 to 4000 plus." Sigh. You said $5K. You were right." Okay. Here's my suggestion. We'll toss all the paper except the Marriott and the Four Seasons. Tomorrow, let's go for a drive in the hills. Sunday we'll talk about it and Monday we'll call and get them to write up a contract." Contract?" Or agreement. Whatever they call it. We can go. I died and I still can't get rid of you." Oh very funny," Christina laughed. "As usual, you have all the sensitivity of a rock. Can't you show a little sympathy?" You're right, and I'm sorry. I shouldn't be making jokes at a time like this, even if they can't hear us. It's just that when you die on what should have been the happiest day of your life, you can't help but develop a certain degree of cynicism." Hey, I died on my wedding day too, you know," Christina said.Theresa stood up and took. The boat crews would crank up the big diesels and away we’d roar, in a direction away from the area where we’d be operating. We’d ride the noisy inboards to a predetermined point, then shut them down and lower the 50 horsepower, specially-muffled outboards. Running at low rpms, unheard (we hoped), we would then move toward the night’s objective. That was usually an intersection of waterways in the maze of mangrove islands that comprised most of the “dry” land for a dozen or more klicks in all.