“I have not been for a long time,” she said solemnly.“You know, I am most happy when I am hanging out with you,” I admitted.“You are?”“O... course. I love teaching, I love spending time with my family and I love hanging out with you. My sex life is just another part of who I am. I enjoy it, but it only brings temporary joy.”“Oh,” she said reflectively.Kate returned with our salads and we ate in them in silence. As we finished our salads, Gwen finally asked, “Can I ask you a question?”“Anything?”. "That guy's got a street named after him, Loveret St. Pretty sweet huh? And see that statue? Of the soldier guy with his rifle? That's the only statue in town. It's like the only public art we've got." And will you look at that?" she pointed to a stone which read:Marsha O'Reilly, 1960-2005, If tears could build a stairway, And memory were a lane, I'd walk the path to heaven, To bring you home again."Come on, make's me so mad just to look at it," and she led him on to her grandfather's grave.. He had served on this vessel for 10 years and it was proving surprisingly difficult, adjusting to having the right to sit here now. He spun the chair slowly to look back down the steps. He remembered standing down there over 20 years ago and saluting the Ship’s Commander for the first time. He had been green and naive then, but full of the eagerness of youth.Speaking of which, he turned to face Alyssa, watching her as she learned how to operate the ship. She was enthusiastically checking the. Then we started chatting. She was tired of the habits of her husband. Without her son around she was in pain managing work and personal stuff.We used to discuss everything very openly like a friend. She told about her loneliness and frustration with life. She was not happy from within and was very relieved to see me at the hospital. As uncle was in ICU there was no need for anyone to stay back. Hence both of us went to her bungalow at around 6 pm.Aunt sent her maid home for the day. I went to.