"I'll not stand by and let her be hurt again." He paused and then asked, "You know she was married before, don't you?" Yes sir. I don't know the circu...stance of the divorce other than Abby took back her maiden name. I figure it's none of my business. If Abby wants to tell me she will; if she doesn't, I really don't care. I will say the guy that let her get away or forced her away is too stupid to even breathe."That brought a smile to his face. Right then, Abby and Mary joined us on the porch.. When I looked round, there was a very large lady, dressed in a severe, dark blue two-piece suit. It would have been intimidating had she not been wearing a slight smile. We moved aside. “Perhaps we should go and eat that lunch you promised,” I suggested.“Perhaps we should.” Her fingers twined with mine again and we set off once more.At her house I followed her through into the kitchen. “Rice, pasta or potatoes?”Such a mundane question after the morning we’d had was calming – reassuring, in a. Your throat is sore from the breathing tube.’ I took several small sips of cool water and my throat felt better immediately. ‘What happened?’ I asked again, my voice stronger. My throat still hurt like hell but I could manage to speak at least. ‘There was an explosion.’ He said. ‘A terrorist bomb. Do you remember anything about it?’ ‘I…no, well maybe.’ I said. ‘I seem to remember Sal and I being called to check out a suspicious package at the mall. I’m not sure about anything else.’ ‘That’s to. I had previously decided that I wanted to take her out to a fancyrestaurant for dinner and then we would go dancing. She accused melaughingly of using dancing to cop a cheap feel when I told her and I hadto agree with her. She also told me that Belinda was over at her grandma'sfor the night.When I entered her condo to pick her up that Friday evening it appearedthat she had gone all out to dress and prepare herself for our eveningout. She was wearing a lovely dress that hugged her beautiful.