You know how long that can take.' 'Am I still in there?' She didn't think before she spoke and when she realized it, it was too late. ... 'Oh no, are you kidding. That stuff was purged months ago.' At that moment she realized the only person other than me who knew about us was her and there was no traceable record. She stumbled and stammered a bit. 'I.. No.. I'm, but I do have it on a back up hard drive. I always do that sort of thing.' It sounded. As they left the church to the organ struck up the triumphant strains of the Prince of Denmark's March.Mrs Van Damme's house, Axton House, was old and picturesque, an imposing neo-classical residence concealed from the road by a short, forested drive of ash, hazel and oak and ringed from the world by an old stone wall mottled with moss and fringed by flops of ivy.Beneath clouds that sailed in great galleons of cumuli across a sailor-boy blue sky a light breeze ruffled a set of drooping willows. Her lips curved at the sides, so sumptuous an avatar that all Avinash could do was to stare at her. “Hey, what are you looking at?” she finally said. Avinash came to his senses and replied, “You look beautiful and splendid, like always”. She laughed and gave him a playful punch on his arm. “So what brings you here?” asked Avinash. She smiled, “Nothing. I just wanted a little time off from my hectic schedule.” They both looked into each others’ eyes without saying anything further. One could. ” At the end of the show she asked those in the audience who believe in luck to wish Paul and Paula luck in getting back together, and for those who believe in prayer to pray for their re-unification.When the stage changes instantly from full dark to full light, nine year old Paul Macon is standing girlfriendless on the stage as expected. Gone is the Colonial Period costume, the sharp suit, or the tuxedo. The little boy is wearing a white dress shirt tucked into black slacks and a pair of black.