I found a soft blanket for Bobby’s crib and several boyish stickers perfect for a little boy’s room. That’s when I saw her. At first I didn’t ...ompletely recognize her. She looked different than the last time I had seen her, three years earlier. Her physical appearance wasn’t much different, she had the same long auburn hair, slim figure and blue eyes. Her face was different though. She looked happier and she carried herself differently, as though weight had been lifted from her shoulders. I. Feeling a little foolish, she moved, stepping on the balls of her feet first, to make less noise. She heard voices and turned toward the sound. She heard Bob’s deep voice again. It sounded like it was coming from the utility room. Did Stephanie do the laundry? She hadn’t seen Bob do any. She’d washed her own new clothes, but hadn’t had to do any laundry since then.She started forward, walking normally, but then stopped as she heard Bob’s voice utter a long, drawn out groan: “Fuuuuuck.”Something. Eventually they parted, gasping for breath, grinning at each other. Slowly the rest of the world began to creep back in to their consciousness, Jack laughed as Chloe hid her face against his shoulder as he lowered her back to the ground. Whispering in her ear, “I think we should go somewhere a little more private.” “Luckily, I have a room upstairs.” “Mmmm – handy that.” Jack put his hands on her shoulders and turned her round, and she led the way to the lifts with Jack staying very close. " How old is he?" David asked.Joe pondered David's question and said, "Forty-five now, give or take a few years. Why?" If he's a good man, I wonder why he can't get a job," David said.Joe snorted. "The way ranches are run nowadays, jobs for cowhands are getting as scarce as hen's teeth." Will he accept the way we are?" David asked."Don't know," Joe said."If he can't or won't, I'll pay the past-due bill at the nursing home anyway," David said.Joe nodded. "Do that. Tom's... he's a dying breed,.