I just care about her."I could feel Linda's eyes on me as he spoke."Michael, David and I have talked about this. A lot. It took some time, but I don't...think he hates you," she said."You wouldn't be here if I did," I told him. "It took a long time though. You can thank Linda for getting me through most of it. And you're very lucky I've never been a violent man. It took a lot of time for Linda and me to get through all of it, but we're better now, aren't we?"I looked at her when I asked, hopeful. “Brad, this is Terronce, I believe you two met earlier.” Serena’s smile turned a wee-bit nasty. “He’s on our payroll now and, by the way, I left the divorce paperwork with your secretary. A little something extra for you to view will be delivered after work.” Brad’s mind reeled and his mouth fell open. No words came out, but his look of total confusion told a story Serena must have appreciated. Brad stood in a stiff posture with his high dollar briefcase hanging from a limp arm. He turned. That in it of itself was a feat. My parents were extremely protective and I thought they would have never agreed to me spending a night, let alone a weekend, in a house alone with a man. Yet, judging by their reaction, they trusted and respected Raphael, so off we went. We left early on Friday morning and had a rather uneventful drive up into the mountains. Raphael had me giggling and smiling the whole way as we shared some of our lives more recent occurrences. He told me about some horrible. Once back at his car, Kenny carefully placed the computer base unit on the back seat so that it wouldn't be bounced around and then he plugged his mobile into the charger unit mounted on his dashboard. He climbed in behind the wheel and headed back in the direction he had just come from.Kenny's destination now was back across Glasgow and eventually back into Fife. He decided that he would make for Rosyth, from where Scotland's only ferry link to mainland Europe sailed. He was taking a chance.