Thank you for the wine. It’s been a pleasure meeting you.”I was dying to know more but apparently it was not to be. She carefully put her now empt... glass down and stood up, holding out her hand. Dumbly I took it and got the same delicate hand as before. It wasn’t a limp handshake but firm and assured, but still very soft. Without another word she walked across the lawn and went through the gate, pulling it closed behind her. The latched clicked shut and she was gone, and I was left dazed and. Mrs. Bray was the neighborhood busybody who had called the police when Pastor Wilkins was trying to break into Becky’s house and plant a bomb. He was still being held by police. So were the Garretts, as far as I knew. Their clumsy amateur attempt to kidnap Katie was almost as scary as the pastor’s bomb.Once we’d parked, Becky and Katie led me to an elevator that took us to the lobby of the building where we were greeted by a woman behind a desk. She already recognized Becky and Katie, so she. It was a small start, but significant to me.Stepping back into the shower, I closed the glass door again and soaped up again and rinsed. After drying off, I walked out into the bedroom and set the alarm clock for the morning and got into bed, nude, like I normally would do.A few minutes later, she came in and stopped to look at me before going into the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on and the glass door close. After a few minutes there was some rustling around. Then there was the sound of. While not thrilling, it was better than the usual tiny kiss she dutifully got as he arrived home from work.Mort was five years older and a good, dependable breadwinner with a very secure future. That’s what made her agree to marry him, having spent too much of her childhood trailing around with a rather irresponsible single mom and two other siblings whose fathers, like hers, couldn’t even be guessed at. Security was paramount, even if it meant sacrificing other fulfillments. She’d faked.